![]() UntitledA Poem by Wilyem Clark
To prepare:
Chew on some blue, grapefruit-flavored bonbons, Sour motes that adhere to the nooks of your molars. Rinse out the doll baby bottle and fill it With water, warm; add a pinch of baking soda. Recline like a Buddha and contemplate your navel. Rise and expel all malignancies from your inner temple. Repeat as needed. Congratulations! You are baptized, my son; Your original sins have been laved away. Go out into the world And commit fresh transgressions. © 2020 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on September 14, 2020 Last Updated on September 14, 2020 Author![]() Wilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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