"david.bircumshaw" wrote:
>
> It's like giving birth: the contractions and expansions, but usually not so
> long ( I heard of a man once, but that's another story)
> What comes out though
>
> might be alike, might not
>
> (not might) but it is safe to say it cannot be cuddled. The anus
>
> breathes
>
> as it disposes, like a patient on a machine, as if waste were new life. The
> bombs fall, darkly, like an argument in Glasgow, onto
>
> some hapless microbes. Those innocent bobblers
>
> in the undifferentiated water. Whom the smudge smothers. The bum rises
> slowly from the seat,
> like a B52, and wipes itself, with paper, with the necessary hand, on a
> blank tissue of words,
>
> as if guilt could be cleaned
>
> by the air.
>
> Best (!)
>
> Dave
>
> David Bircumshaw
>
>
My editorial instincts were roused by DB's latest.
THE JOYS OF VIRTUE
It's like giving birth: the contractions and expansions, but usually not
so long ( I heard of a man once, but that's another story)
What comes out though
might be alike, might not
(not might) but it is safe to say it cannot be cuddled. The anus
breathes
as it disposes, like a patient on a machine, as if waste were new life.
The bromides fall, darkly, like an argument in Glasgow, and
are welcomed: those innocent bobblers
in undifferentiated water. Whom the smudge smothers. The bum rises
slowly from the seat,
like a torturer, and wipes itself, with paper, with the necessary hand,
on a
blank tissue of words,
as if guilt could be cleaned
by the air.
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