Rubber Soul Poem by Jeffrey Philip Clegg

Rubber Soul

Rating: 5.0


You come out of the master bedroom closet
in the daintiest of nighties
I do all the talking as we
lay down on the bed
I whisper sweet nothingness
into your unhearing ears
I fill you with my love and
you make squeaking sounds

I would offer you a post-consummatory cigarette
but I fear you might melt

I rinse you out
I deflate you

I stick you back in the closet...
next to the air pump

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
J P Klegg 23 June 2005

I think it was in a 'remark'able magazine.

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Kathleen Paul-Flanagan 23 June 2005

Hey! Wasn't this published in a very cool poetry magazine recently? You know I like this one. Makes me laugh. Only you!

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