John Barton
“Shopping at Capers”
Hymn
eggs blown sky-high past
the azure and broken opendistillate halves
of the heart laid bare, yes
and yes, tart cabochons
of peridot icing my tongue.
Because before me is a Canadian gay poet, I keep thinking that the egg and the jewel metaphors, these baroque descriptions, are reminiscent of euphemisms for male anatomy.
And so for day 3169
15.08.2015