Let’s not talk about poetry
While we drink coffee
But no smoking either
Please my lackey
Tell me the apoesy of the moment
My arms folded I’ll listen to your parrot-repetition
I know you find romance only in coition
Good luck comes while loving you say
Like lover like love
A whole lot of nothing
‘Stinkin thinkin’
Beware lest the cup should overflow
My lordly Priapus
My bizarre horn-book is on an apathetic nexus
Exquisite sensation by the touch of forged verses
Our naked souls against each other
Take my no-poems jerkily
Open the citadel wherein reposes the pathetic fallacy
My spiritual virginity
Enjoy the sweet effluvia tasting strangely
Press the region of love deliciously
While you scribble a thrilling no-poem on a cup of coffee
If it’s literary gossip we’re at
Let’s move to a lonely corner
While ferreting out our intimate secrets
With a polished air and refined language
I’m ready to write no-poems on purple and orange...
Ayten Suvak
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