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Pleasures and Repentance
Gerald Henry
Lies, dirty little lies spies
Your womb told me lies
Like a bosom from below in hell
On a reversal side of the ice chamber sloshing
a sheath covering the tick, tick, tickling of my guards
That feign with pleasures and repentance
And the pickled lamb curds seethe in watered paste
Looking for a snatch to lay your egg on high?
Your step grandson in law yearns the balsamic intuition of a daunting fawn
Word confusion and a fuss, prick your nails in petty, somber, distress
Too sour to fake biblical launching to the umbilical abyss
Shall I learn virginity of assiduous attrition?
Buttress and buttresses alike trail to the convivial dilettante
Sucking on the cuspid chargers to wait their turn
Untoward they suck, they suck, the life out of cuspid god
And massage the bloom of Mary’s suckling pouch
Gerald Henry has published another poem since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Gerald's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Gerald's latest works: