The horse has lost his bell
& balls. Not even half-assed,
just a tail. Has found a
muscular man whose nose
adopts a fencer’s stance.
Cumberbund captured.
Wrapped. Bound. Might be
a fit. Tight, but enjoyable.
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an on-going series of poems inspired by the great Belgian painter
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