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TRY SOMETHING FUN

An exploration into language, for fun.

By Kai CohanPublished 4 years ago 2 min read
TRY SOMETHING FUN
Photo by Stephen Andrews on Unsplash

Between black

Obscenities and the

Ruling class of

Self destruction,

One needs to find

Some time to have

Fun.

Even the words get

Tired of being together

Sometimes.

Love is the bane of the

Oh and the Vee.

We don’t write many

Poems about gloves,

Doves, ovens or hoves

And even then, the poor

Vee is endlessly

Stuck with Eee

Bound to it’s back.

How they must dream

Of a chance to be

A groovy moving oval

Or a jovial

cardiovascular

Ovulation.

Anything to break up

The formation of

Love.

Lovage puts an Aeh

And a Gee in between

The bickering, but like

Loving it can only bare

So much before

Resuming the base pair.

Are there other words

That feel such a burden

Of arrangement?

I’m sure Pee denounces the

Experience of being with

Aeh Eye En

As no one likes to be

Winced at as the

Manifestor of all

Negative feeling in a

Single word.

I’m sure Pee would like some

Distance for once.

In preordainment it

Gets to anticipate

Something exciting.

In porcelain it gets space

And the imaginings of

Clean, clear, beauty.

But, if Pee leaves,

Then Ain is lost and so

Spills the negative into others

Rain, disdain, Vain, Villain,

Taint, detain, Slain, cocaine.

Only a few times can Ain

Keep itself together in

A good light to be the

Training brain for a saint

to make a rainbow.

Love and pain.

These two companions.

Running away from themselves

But always coming back.

One word that is the

Opposite of such notion

Sex.

Try and seperate sex

Without making it

About itself.

Sextuplet?

No, that’s babies and

That is sex.

Sexdecillion?

An honest number

But is followed by so

Many zero’s it might as

Well be moaning.

Sex is unstopable.

So often it invades.

Sextra sextra,

Read all about it.

Sexceedence

Sexacerbate.

Sexpectations.

We all negotiate our

Sexpectations.

Negotiate or

Navigate or

Manipulate or

Circumflex.

I know…

I know…

We all see it.

We’re all sniggering.

So we know we’ve gone

As far as sex can let us

Because

Once cum arrives,

The sext is over.

performance poetry

About the Creator

Kai Cohan

Born in one place, raised in another, travelled to many, my story is as interwinding as my accent. If you asked me who my greatest influence is, after I waffled esoteric and you forced me to say a name, I would say Charles Bukowski.

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