Monday, July 1, 2013

poem || Jeff Harrison

Sigmund Freud

Freud, Sigmund Freud, do corkscrew mine borrowers
drift, you colossus, you collectible - your lessons I handhold
aspirators would congruent you - lamentations had been lends
& your brashy mouth! hourglass has dwellers! lacerated fantasy!

their central skew had been your chasteness - yours!
much repaid was your eavesdropping! now you know
even the quizmakers have dressmakers, formalism's attendees
antiquated & insinuated falsehood was oscillated

Triceratops: their discreteness be blankness, T-Rex them craze
they eat plants & scorn coins -- there is no dirtier infamy, Freud,
but any reptile is subject to refinement, you hear? oh, oh, they
are your counterpart's anvil, mightily sainthooded

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