TRY SOMETHING FUN
An exploration into language, for fun.
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.
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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