Sunday, March 18, 2012

A big round belly stretched nine-months tight

with a smudgy brown
longitudinal line
running up the globe of it,
shiny thin spider webs
pulled over and around
its snare drum circumference,
the occasional anaconda slither
just beneath the surface,
the every-now-and-then cartoon sock
from the inside bulging out,
and that odd little button
popping out in the very middle –

this is beauty.



The Smoking Poet - spring 2012

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