Ballad Of Forefinger (2) Poem by shimon weinroth

Ballad Of Forefinger (2)



Michael Angelo's David
points the finger of intimacy,
a finger which can touch,
and arouses or

grossly probes the orifices
of the human body
to tickle titillate and touch
inspect and explore,

pick and clean
even the ears,
in strong fellowship
follow the thumb

probe and command,
used too often by the elders
abuses its station,
this finger is employed

amongst the emotional
of limited vocabulary,

sticking your forefinger in
a pudding or whipped cream,
or some other culinary delight,
also used for probing
to allay frustrations,

gets to regions, better not mentioned
of bashful moments,
listen children of upright spinal column
and epiglottis,

though unattractive is indispensible
so when next you see that forefinger
riding on a hand, think of what your mom
taught, or dad said

try not to bite the hand that fed you,
E.T.
phone home
and U2

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