Saturday, February 4, 2012


“The Booty of Poetry” © Mike Absalom 28 September 2009

The booty of poetry
for him
was always girls.

Laurels were secondary.

He enjoyed the taste of
words.
He enjoyed mouthing them.
He enjoyed the intimate touch
that came with their transmission.

When the coffee break arrived,
as it had to,
the sweet taste of enticement
was all over his mouth,
like sugar from a doughnut.
There was no stopping him
now.

The booty of poetry for him
was always girls.

It worked of course.
That was the beauty of it.

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