JUICE
It must have changelinged me
all that juice
goodfellow Puck did spray
around so
most liberally
throughout the play
that I fell qute captuted,
sucked into the forest action,
Titania above me
and I, beautifully ass-
headed so
bottomed beneath
and speaking those words
ss if nee again, constantly,
forever thus
embowered
that magic so vigorous
as I crashed through
every barrier
softly dissolved
this last, ultimate wall.
GOODFELLOW
that juice
that misguides
messing with
the truth that is youth
in its
absolute
love
slurring word sounds to
fit that
shifty, narcotic
sex-dream picture
Oh
I do not hear
what I hear
do not see
what I see
my brute body far more
beast that it has ever been
your
fairy bower so
exquisitely
kindly
your words dripping with
the wonder of your
mouth, lips
parts I might
list
if I had
time to
Oh the love you have given me
too much for lifetime, enough
for one-night stand (more
might drown me)
that juice, my Queen,
so translated, brought
base to gold
great
alchemy
beyond the perfume trick
of simple chemistry
we must have bathed in
must have flowed, rolled
over our bodies
like a river
at which sight
Puck
puckered up
so
deeply impressed
poems 2 die for