Friday Poem by Leon Moon

Friday



Gargling, her fountainhead sealed,
Venus lays tempting idleness
Beside a slough — her flesh peeled,
With Adam's cuckhold confess
She made the idol of Mercurius
To weep over her nature, sick Pan!

-Wheezing in Dawn's drowsiness,
His feeble confessions of Man! !

Friday, April 28, 2017
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