Saturday, March 8, 2014

5150. FAKE MEN

FAKE MEN
My, my, they're everywhere. Like draft horses 
in skins of linen, skirts drawn tight over a wan, 
thin frame. I can see them in the aisles and on TV  -  
caring for things I never thought; squeezing the bread, 
and discussing puddings and meats and gravies. 
All those things of bodies and not of minds.

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