Deltona, FL.
Original 11 06 2010 xx
Charlotte, NC
Improvisation 10 30 2018
PREFABRICATED WOMAN
Prefabricated woman -this
Is your lying man.
The ground walked on, bare.
Hard to understand pasts trod
Answering to backyard calls
When rang by dinner bells
Sounds of Theophanies
Churning down into honey drips
Most to fall of natural milks
Slurped from sweet breast
While sitting on saddles
Made from opened caesarean
And feudal fatherhood ribs
Walking proud with woman hips
Trees made of ordered pairs
Desirous to make shade enough
To make wise and conscience trust
Far too much. Wear naked skin
To bare to hypnotize
That eyes would see within
Striped down to bare core reality;
This has been no factory process,
She gave these eyes to see trees.
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