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A poem. Dedicated to the Bush administration and the rampant pollen of Oregon.



floral orgy

Living in a place of such
Widespread Fertility
coming from the Holy Desolation
of the Salt desert
makes me feel like the Grand Inquisitor
when the springtime Floral Fuckfest
Begins

is it perhaps vestigal subconscious
moral leanings
that lead to my sneezing fit
at this
Bordello of the Birch

Shall I cast aside the pretense
And don a cassock
and openly rage at the
the yellow air
say it's indecent
say there oughtta be a law

then as if in answer to the right's prayers
down comes the rain
ending the Pansy Porno
and allowing the rest of us
decent Citizens
easy breathing