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descriptive-meditative poem about porn bloopers which is also a sonnet

Legs upon legs and the table leg breaks.
Rolling, the man squeaks “keep going!” he’s gone
to the floor, she sits up confused.  Outtakes
are dulcet, true up shorty, let’s get on

to the social aspect of porn study:
How to continue after busting his lip
with her symphysis? The howl when she kneed
up his rocks like Sisyphus.  One unzip–

hairy man whimpers.  Arousal returns (?)
the camera still rolling, and hundreds of
twelve year old boys are out waiting.  The burns
and breakage, scars and laughs are seeds for love.

Not really.  But they’ll still wink when they meet
in church and join the same caucus.  Porn is neat.
Posted 01/04/13
Fence -- Winter 2011
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