Give Me Shotgun
Yes there are numberless couples
Happy as horses in hay
Making it every day
Thrilled with their spills
Ignoring the news taking their pills
Lighting up their charcoal grills
Bodies twined fresh and supple
Regardless spring buds open
Vegetating sex powders us filling
Our noses choking us like fellatio
With daffodils and goldenrod
The throats of birds slaked with worms
Repeat the chirrup of abundance
Eggs encapsulate their existence
Yes I have had my piece my share
If not my fill
Of horses' play of vegetating sex
Of thrilling spills
Choosing rather than coupling solitude
In a world of sap
Preferring to move
You dare me to ride
Take off on the open road
Your life my life
Merged for a while like fellatio
Be twined fresh and supple
You'll let me drive you say or
Give me shotgun
Jack, 1st day of spring, 2012
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