Once I took a lover
when I was too old
for it to last past a few
late night dinners.
The evil twins of
the twelve hierarchies
always hovering nearby.
This Easter I look up to see
a cloud imitating a white poodle
just like Faust said he did
amusing and sad spirit
nostalgic for the flesh.
As if by getting older
you get over it
you don’t is the point
you bear the scars if it’s love
all over your body.
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Happy Easter, Peter!
Or as I like to say O Horpy Oster!
Horus Harpocrates puts his fingers to his lips in a "shhhh."
Of spring.
Just like Harpo Marx.
xo
Dear, Dear Peter, There's something terribly amiss with line three. By your own account - as if . . . - you never get to old for it although you may, indeed, not last past a few late night dinners, at which point you can hopefully stay in and enjoy yourselves. Which I hope you did this Easter.
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