this space
where my mind
is slim enough to slip
through bars
between which my brain gets stuck,
where my inner
Fascist and Marxist
meet, and my male and my female
me, lie, roll
together and, tumbling through the sky,
fight, and fuck.
this space
where my mind
is slim enough to slip
through bars
between which my brain gets stuck,
where my inner
Fascist and Marxist
meet, and my male and my female
me, lie, roll
together and, tumbling through the sky,
fight, and fuck.
Wood Bee Poet 
I feel some provocation
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Not at all, just deep, profound poesy.
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