Month: May 2016

Rings of Saturn

In stereo, within

John’s telescope on the hill.

Real light, years behind.

Old light.

And he’s laughing at me a bit;

Because the rings have landed

On spikes of my association

And can’t be free

Until significance is awarded to all.

Double sphincters:

Releasing bubbles of laughter

Because men are journeying

To space

Through the double rings

Of their arses.

Double rings

Of Saturn

Of no return

Light years old

She puts her finger in his bottom

And he falls in love

With her penetration

Of his heart.

Who says the way,

Is through his stomach?

She has a thumb up her arse

And calls him dirty.

2016