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India Rubber Man
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All day, I was so heavy,
drugged, fugged, dragged earthward
with the be-fogged and leaden drudgery
of your sweet poison. Is this passion?
This slow and slumberous slothfulness?
This avoir-dupois of desire?
I hang upside-down from my life,
growing a creeping moss on my back,
my eyes dreamy and drooping,
limbs clinging with minute barbs
to the silent, vegetable poise of the dark.
I have been intoxicated
with a slowness thick as chicle
from the tree\'s trunk;
opaque as the pregnant white sap that bleeds
slow-as-a-latex-eternity
from the manmade scars that mutilate
the disappointed flanks of the rubber tree.
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Philomena van Rijswijk. “India Rubber Man.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/philomena-van-rijswijk/poezie/13947530/india-rubber-manComentarii (0)
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