Wess “Mongo” Jolley

   Poet, and Performance Poetry Promoter
   The Raw Heart of Endless Fascination

 


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Proclamation


You butter my back
thick and luxurious
with your churning thighs

I nail my proclamation
to your church door
a spike deep in warm oak

You grind us in flour
splatter us with oil
and sizzle in my need of you

I draw our satiric art
in pastels upon the canvas
of the world's wandering heart

In zero gravity we float
collapsing into raging time
feet behind knees
and fingers twisted in stars

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