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COMET
by Terry OlynikYour experienced touch
(With scarlet stripper gloves)
Mocks my latest hangover.
With this record
(Long play)
On the turntable
I will spin you
Pell-mell
About this dusty room.
You will laugh
On your folding chair.
You will delight
With the hesitant seafood.
You will pee
On an immaculate throne
(Comet cleanser).
Traffic controllers report
Our arms are certain
To slide towards
Each others sensitive bits.
And
When the needle ascends
Our inhibitions
Will drop
Like forgotten
Apologies.
11/10/2006 Posted on 11/10/2006
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/10/06 at 08:28 AM Terry, I am diggin' this one. Really a bit of alright. The "traffic controllers" are great and "inhibitions will drop like forgotten
apologies" is as well. Great write. Thanks.
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