Kiwi Conceit

John Barton
“Shopping at Capers”

eggs blown sky-high past
the azure and broken open

distillate 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

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