The Little Die-Ode  

rm_leroyboyx 56M
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3/1/2005 6:04 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

The Little Die-Ode

You are getting under my skin.
My foreskin.
Clamp onto your positive terminal.
Clamp onto your negative terminal.
I access the grounding switch
linking you to your mother--
the earth,
her penetrating invisible IV drip empowers you,
better than morphine,
if you can believe that.
Wireless words split you open with
rotating phrases,
tugging tidal insistence,
bipolar diffraction.
This has nothing to do with birth.
Bar magnet pulled over your electrode,
back and again.
Feels good to me too.
An average lifespan equals
twenty-five thousand five hundred fifty nights
roughly twelve hours long.
But this one is ours
and lasts forever.



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