O SELF I Sin
O SELF I sin—a imp, a son;
Yet the word , the word ass.
O top to toe I sin;
Not alone, nor bra on, or for the Muse,
—I say he or om is or far;
The Female equally with the Male I sin.
O if men pass, pulse, and pow,
Cheer—or free act or under law
The Mode Ma I sin.
O SELF I sin—a imp, a son;
Yet the word , the word ass.
O top to toe I sin;
Not alone, nor bra on, or for the Muse,
—I say he or om is or far;
The Female equally with the Male I sin.
O if men pass, pulse, and pow,
Cheer—or free act or under law
The Mode Ma I sin.
4 comments:
*snork*
Clayton Eshleman has written, and agreed that I may post, the following:
Dear Steven,
Gertrude beat you there: in "Yet Dish" (from Bee Time Vine, 1913-1927) she writes:
Leaves of gas, leaves of get a towel louder.
Cheers, Clayton
ass-shaped eaves would still be an 'architectural' coup, and you could have light-bulbs where the anuses go
and the calves and feet could line up
to be like window awnings.. I can totally see this. This is really cool SF.
lanny
hhmmmnnn Im not sure Im getting this one at all.
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