David Bourke

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Swan and Shadow, by John Hollander

                                 Dusk
                              Above the
                       water hang the
                                         loud
                                        flies
                                       here
                                     O so
                                    gray
                                   then
                                 What                                A pale signal will appear
                                When                   Soon before its shadow fades
                               Where              Here in this pool of opened eye
                                 In us           No upon us As at the very edges
                                  of where we take shape in the dark air
                                    this object bares its image awakening
                                     ripples of recognition that will
                                       brush darkness up into light
even after this bird this hour both drift by atop the perfect sad instant now
                                       already passing out of sight
                                      toward yet-untroubled reflection
                                     this image bears its object darkening
                                    into memorial shades Scattered bits of
                                  light           No of water Or something across
                                 water               Breaking up No Being regathered
                                  soon                    Yet by then a swan will have
                                    gone                              Yes out of mind into what
                                     vast
                                      pale
                                        hush
                                          of a
                                            place
                                              past
                           sudden dark as
                                      if a swan
                                          sang

Nob.
A prick, purple and
red, a vast hard on, arisen,
stiff, erect, throbbing in the
light, glistening, ready for action,
a blue veined, one-eyed trouser snake,
a pussy python. What a beast! Old fella,
penis, a todger, the wife's best friend
a John Thomas...a huge cock, a member, a
hampton, a beef sausage, a bacon assegai,

pork sword, a love torpedo, Kojak, a
dong, a scrotum pole...insatiable,
deep within her, a woody thrusting
right inside...stabbing in between
into a sweet gaping tush it bores.
Kiss the pink. In...out...in...out
full of white semen. Ah, yes! Here
I go! - He shoots..."Nngh!! Aahh!"
Down, periscope! - Soft...at rest,
shagged-out...sweaty...shrivelled,
wet, bent over...dead to the world
little willy is fast asleep, sated
for another night...what a pisser!
(Fnarr fnarr!). That was fun...how
was it for you? - Where is she?

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Updated: May 10, 2016


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