BY THE MONAD'S GONADS
by the monad's gonads
i am game for anything
that turns work into play
the fertilized mind of an egghead
thinks itself a bird or butterfly
but if it suffocates in its shell
rotten stinks to high heaven
two balls in a bag
rubbery leathery & wrinkled
one bounces while the other sags
pumping up demon's semen
22.I.76