Oh god im cummings

January 13th, 2019

Oh, god, im cummings
and Eliot and he slouches back
with an allnatural American Spirit
And takes a drag against the fearlessly-authentic failed firstborn
who majored in Litratyewer (grin)
And hoped to make a living from it in the near sometime
and she stretches and yawn-
ic imagery which no dough
engenders the multi-faceted theories of womanhood
and misanthropic misogynous male-bodied men and
rubs his Emily Dickinson and he remarks that a moment this good has a metafive — more than a metaphor
He says he’ll go down like an equalist pro feminist worshipping the goddess
But she says she’s on her periods and commas
litter journals that night with the free-flowing energy of the universe