The body poetic
is greater than the sum
of its infinite parts.
Have you felt?
The body_poetic palpitates and alliterates abundantly
and shines,
when wet and lustrous,
naturally nonchalantly nakedly nude.
The body-poetic rhymes
sometimes
but its contours burst the bindings of
stanza and
mediated, stereotyped font terse verse.
One
size does not fit all.
What is the same is that each
body PoetiC
is uniQue.
The BoDy POEtic is a series of articulations that are speech acts
in a corporeal repertoire of the utmost utterance.
The body (poetic) dives
swims
and
twists
so its skin can skim and shimmer in a sunlit sunkissed skinny dip
of slippery linguistic interminglings.
The body* poetic has but one tongue but speaks many
and its voices sing and shout
but also hum and throb and slap and sneeze
and cough and sigh and sob and wheeze.
The BODY POETIC nakedly and brazenly avoids the editor and the photoshop
but keeps up with hygiene
and healthy diet
and exercise
and sex
and recycling
and life-long learning
because health and wit make lust for life.
The bodi poetik is so HIGH and so low and so W I D E and so nude:
Have you felt?
It is
a probe more intimate than the deepest penetration,
a projection more far – – – – – flung than the wildest ejaculation .
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