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the flying fuck
is never given
call this point in
principle
we take up from here
and still
dragonfly
butterfly
blowfly perhaps
that it should be
coupled
with the rat’s arse
is grotesque
yet
consider the courtship
cartwheel flight
of the aerobatic bald
eagle
or the common swift
as if allergic to the
planet
frigatebirds are ones
to nap on the way
these so rarely setting
down
and as for we wingless
fucks…
though there is the mile
high club
(apocryphal except in
porn)
and there’s head over
the heels
of course over the moon
Cloud 9
(or pick a number)
merely sometimes
sent into orbit
with the weightlessness
of love
(heavy hearts for
later)
but I think you see how
it is…
you can dance around
the flying fuck
it remains a fact
Attila, according to – I
think it was – Gibbon
had his meals
his sword slaughter
his mating and the nod
off after
all in the saddle
picture a Pegasus
you get the idea
and what then
if I really care?
imagine us all up with
it
hard at it
breathless
bonny
all up in the air
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