The Anonymous Way

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Wary lioness in Africa on TV
Word like a dull pickle stuck in his mouth
Kane's bedroom faint dawn 1940
Love's ungovernable power
She rubbed her skin
In autumn a photon dying
Remembered like an ill-conceived YouTube
There would be no tomorrow
 

Photo Number 13126


Odysseus - p. 18

Tit for Tat. Religious expression became increasingly difficult after the outbreak of the World Wide War. Soda-pop bombs cleared many a pew. Telemachus, ever interested in the flesh structure of females, worshiped with the Breastperterians. They sought God in that finite point where ordinary shoulder skin lifts off in conical fashion, rising to become nipple qua nipple. How do things become? And underneath was the sacred, perfectly defined line over which this womanly fruit hung according to the deterministic laws of mechanics and the stochastic laws of the quantum. God a whole lot of love.
(authorship unknown)