Its Past Th Green Margarine Now
By bill bissett
yu cant catch me n i cant catch yu
we wer cumming together nd th allman
brothrs wer playing on yr stereo us
on th pillows yr eye cumming into me
opn hed no bugs at ths altitude yu
sd bfor n say it agen thr is nothing
to make up inside ths tent or awning
ovr th colors nd my gaze along yr skin
yr two eyez bcumming whun eye in yr
forhed or a third eye appeering
my cum in yu yr cum in me
Bill Bissett, “Its Past Th Green Margarine Now” from The Son of The Male Muse: New Gay Poetry, published by The Crossing Press. Copyright © 1983 by Bill Bissett. Reprinted by permission of the author.
Source:
The Son of The Male Muse: New Gay Poetry
(The Crossing Press, 1983)