of sage and anatomists

     
     
to be a sage in the human kingdom,      
there is an absurd joke here    
     
kingdom, phylum, and the class of the clam    
told with pathos, curious and enigmatic,    
a victim imperious of taste and Bohemian desire    
     
     
to be shocked as you walk into a    
house of cunts      
     
I see your sin, and I raise your cock    
and take your lovely      
lover balls in scientific notation.    
     
I carefully went into his underbelly      
in the red and blue ocean of the anatomists    
in search of perception, and I took him apart    
to push the silent waves      
that stream an unknown existence,    
     
     
I said, what's this holding your mouth open,      
he said oh that was his foot,    
     
blushing,  is it still lingering?    
     
I taped it back together carefully      
as when I set it aside;
the detached part;      
it was duly noted, and the definition of love.