Accost the man with a fragrant dancer
at his side, and you will pay the price, man
You will writhe and be banished to France or
some other time and some other homeland:
Beat on the eggs in the basement until
the pulp is golden like a sunny seal,
or like the hair on a fresh born cracked heel,
with the red fissures like rivers on the peel:
Whenever you go to the market for fish,
make sure to take me with you in a basket
so I can jump out like a Petri dish
cracked in half by over eager bastards:
Seeping out though the cracks in the wallpaint,
a man spears his own dream, drenched in warpaint.

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