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| The Joys You Get Simply From Living | |
| By margarita | ||
| 09 August 2008 | ||
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The happy clam hung out on the side of a rock The salty fizz licked its lips hungry for a taste Never understanding why the peachy hands grabbed at its kids Because it could never sit down at the table with a bottle of wine and discuss. Blubbering against the bed it wept Shuddering along, bumping into currents Blistered and bedraggled the horny tree crept The stones moaned at the ceiling in the cave The oceans found the crash cymbals The rabbit caught the snare The random keys unlocked the piano The irrational noise was the sound of the choir snoring The pretentious director guffawed And the editor undid. The penguin suits made the wedding crew sink The colour red became the colour pink. The drunken fool became the enlightened genius They got followers and t-shirts and logos. Eros fucked Venus under the mistletoe And Rodger loved those hot crossed legs below the buns. We all swam naked having too much fun The rippling giggle fell into the river And we followed it to the sea One of us drowned in water only up to the knee And we all had a knees up in their memory. There is nothing but the self in everybody. But the body met a buddy And the mind became sweet. The tangible tang of friendship spilt on the sheets The hum of new lovers too insatiable to sleep The lull in conversation when the joke becomes deep The silence on the rock as the clam just waits. The saucy lie in on intimate breaks The catch in the breath when too ecstatic for words The bubble of love when it gets you off guard The delicious taste for the wake up call. And not hitting snooze.
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