Art Takes Over
by Jerry Ratch
She must fuck like a marmot
That's all I can say, if he already turned his back
On the Statue of Puberty
To get near to her
What do you think it means?
He joins the hierarchy
Where they sit
On the steps of life
And she passes the healing comb
Through the hair of his soul
During the night
As she retouches her youth
And art takes over
Where the electric misses the mark
Dark spots like this
Don't always fall off the sun
Anymore
And life and death don't mean
The same to everyone
Oh yes, very much yes.
The statue of puberty! what a fun line, a fun poem altogether. The healing comb is fabulous. The dark spots from the sun.
Thank you so much, Tantra!