Parental Advisory

HEAR YE. HEAR YE. HERE WE
PROPOSE TO POSIT PROSE POETRY
FORMING FORMS OF CONTINUOUS CONNECTIVITY
TO COMMUNICATE CONSIDERABLE
CONTEMPLATIVE REFLECTIVITY.


SIMPLY PUT, WE POSE THIS WHERE
PROSE POETRY IS WHAT YOU’LL HEAR
WHEN WONDERING WHERE THE TIME WENT
WHILE READING SUCH RHYME WONDERMENTS
AS OFT WE’VE WROUGHT, AND REVEALED THUSLY
EACH WHIT OF WIT WRITTEN HIERONYMOUSLY.

So, Toes.

Okay so, about my toes,
one little thing you may not know,
from left to right, ten in a row
when stood side by side, on-line
and all of them now feel just fine
except for one, but they’re all mine. 

So, if we could be somewhere,
someplace outside our heads,
and do something so intimate
it's usually done in beds,
I'd say let's take a walk, and talk
of all the things we've said
upon our feet. Such a little feat,
un petit peu, pied à pied.

Now, if I could touch you,
or know how you feel,
at first this would tickle,
and then help you heal.
Those here who know me,
and have felt my touch,
know what this shows
isn't saying too much.

So, if I could reach you,
I'd teach you a lesson.
Then you'd have to linger
on each finger's impression,
wondering how I knew
which word and letter
would in fact be exactly
what made you feel better.


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