by Glen Martin Fitch
First ears: I would like two.
One either side,
I'm not a cubist.
Eyes:
the same as mine
though others have their charm,
however dyed
and all if spied
reveal a soul's design.
A nose:
but often that's the problem part
(there are so many),
Lips: both fine and full,
to make a smiling face
to move my heart.
Desire’s ever vigilant
amid the push and pull.
How many of us are consumed,
obsessed, with other,
secret parts,
and private glands
and drool at genitalia,
butt, or breast?
Yet having all the pieces
in your hands
(and none of them impaired)
the real trick?
to find that
not yet rotten spud to stick.
NOTE: MR. POTATOHEAD by PLAYSKOOL ™ now
includes a plastic potato, which says something, doesn't it?
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011