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Aphrodite cooking “Bamboo Spirit”
in pots, salacious in the pawpaw patch.
I the aye-aye in the lewd cage. Tattoo
Earth God’s drinking dada-cocaine, murmur
hot and heavy Bauhaus. And my vulgar
Mama’s lecherous. Metal-hard taboo.
And my Jojo’s voluptuous, shaved thatch
that is only hinting at ju-ju smut.
 
I the aye-aye, yeah. “I love the nightlife,
I got to boogie on the disco ’round.”
The gods say drop your gat-gun and flick-knife.
The gods make your body their own playground,
little shut box, morning glories fusion
open hard the drip drip of fast motion.