Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Sandro Key-Aberg

Round as a seal cub
and his machinist's fist on his chest
Come lets go to the cranberry woods
it's fun to rock like a boat against the shore
when love flows yellow like rye pollen
Straddling butter-blond thighs
bumble-bee happy in the snapdragon of passion
life's surface is unruffled and yellow whole cream
Embittered as a winter crow
breath of booze against her cheek
Come quick here behind the outhouse
Desperately rocking like a
filthy cart loaded with potatoes
He cracks his dreams between his teeth
longs for the boniest of lovers
his life an umbrella unfolding
Sweden 1954

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