compass

I precluded that I needed a compass
to locate brides of ravished hearts
my sense of direction
disturbed, twisted around,
on vacation,
lost in splendid grottoes,
phallic with dualistic ideas,
ball bearings rolling everywhichway,
the acrid piss of lyrical medievalism,
a scent of jasmine here and there,
the needles always point north
whenever I really need to go south, and,
I realize I am but a rehearsal for my semen
to flow and see which community
it will be accepted in

it has the taste of acknowledgement,
frightful to some, listless in their intake,
still thirsty even after gobs,
relinquishing feral creeping…

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Bah Bah black Sheep- A hippie, rebel, highly individual. While loving creativity I have always done battle with the practical/impractical aspects of life. Sitting here in my aerie observing the world, the stars above and the other pinpricks below..
Been writing poetry since I was 14, now 62

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