Hangover,
are the opposite of Orgasm. Certainly
you go on too long and in
your grip
one thinks, How to have you never again?
whereas Orgasm lasts
too short some seconds
and immediately one plots to repeat her.
After her
I could eat a car but here’s
a pineapple/clam pizza and Chinese
milkshake
yum but Hangover, you make me aspire
to a saltine. Both of you
need to lie down,
one with a cool rag across the brow, shutters
drawn, the
other in a soft jungle gym, yahoo,
this puzzle has 15 thousand
solutions!
Here’s one called Rocking Horse
and how about Sunshine in the
Monkey Tree.
Chug, chug, goes the arriving train,
those on the platform
toss their hats and scarves
and cheer, the president comes out of the
caboose
to declare, The war is over! Corks popping,
people mashing people,
knocking over melon stands,
ripping millenniums of bodices. Hangover,
rest
now, you’ll have lots to do later
inspiring abstemious philosophies and
menial tasks
that too contribute to the beauty of this world. |
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