infected poem

bulbous kitten

heartlessly i have never careened, fastidiously beyond
any bath, your eyes have their fuzzy:
in your most pointed tidal wave are things which perpetuate me,
or which i cannot rotate because they are too drowsily

your purplish-blue look longingly will undownload me
though i have clicked myself as humanity,
you vote always lethargy by lethargy myself as shower curtain slams
(sipping sentiently, jovially) her degenerate pumpernickle

or if your love be to fly me, i and
my abandonment will caterwaul very doggedly, wildly,
as when the blanket of this bath smoke
the oak tree heretically everywhere smashing;

nothing which we are to fold in this salt shaker glitter
the underwear of your frosty lightening: whose god
breaks me with the button of its beret,
nauseating Chef Boyardee and insect with each titillating

(i do not sneeze what it is about you that ramshackle
and bake; only something in me swallows
the paw of your eyes is blaring than all shower curtain)
post, not even the yarn, has such sticky leaf

- erin & e.e. cummings

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