how ee cummings thought – a poem

how ee cummings thought – a poem

how ee cummings thought
up his erotic flights of text
on pages of semi-white, semi-gloss
twenty-four-pound rag
was unthinkable before him
was sapphic porn compared
to a matured
and joyous master
of letter and song
and fruitful dalliance
amongst his suitors
of the feminine persuasion
did he write of god
as he spread the lips
of our minds and pages
did he spray
new adjectives
and
w
or
d
patterns
to our fertile but inexperienced minds

his penis was his pen
and his mind was bursting
with throbbing joy
at the whirling and whirring
of mental gears
and masturbatory language

and yet
he retained his letters
and his stature

would i find my dick
so short
and unadorned
as to disappoint
my favorite reader

would i lose all sense of accomplishment
by trying to tease out her budding
pink flower

i can’t fathom
what quark or particle first refracted off his mind
and swelled his head
with ever richer
words and sounds and tastes
like none before him
he parted
his partner
and ported her petals
to his pages
and gave us
this
one
last
poem
of
pussies
and
his love of pussies

5-29-18

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