Animus Piscis O’ Aquilonis
ALIVE or DEAD
Thars a fish within
He’ll drown in cologne attempting to mask her perfume.
To demonstrate. If you would
Slide in real close, that’s better
Now stick your fingers clean through my skin
Reach deep don’t be squeamish
Feel me up, feel me down down down down
Pass all that guck, pay no mind
To grizzle, fat, heart, lungs, prostrate and no-name bits
B’ginger around bowel though
Could be leftovers in da glow
Fellini ragù to pink Bergman stew, even a little Theo Seuss I suppose
Add too, all the crap fed at school
Wave licking fingers forte night if I‘z you thou
Hold it right there!
Wiggle d’em fingers all about
Can you feel her in there?
That is her, she is the north wind
She swims within me, a constant sweet nourishing blow
Can you feel her in there now that you know?
In case your wondering
Women as well have a fish within
Theirs I believe is a south wind
What goes on in there though
I haven’t the foggiest , at least not yet.
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