Day: May 11, 2016

The Monk’s Habit [poem]

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My monk’s habit dropped down from
my dessicated, wizened old potential
corpse with some indecent haste.
No wonder! For no longer can I bear
to be a captive in this virgin territory,
lean and starving, hesitantly chaste,
wingless (in a tantric sense), my fecund
fluids being wasted as they languish
uselessly in glandular “disgrace”.

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