 
 Things that Make Me Crazy and Lazyby Kurt Becker
 

                   Restlessness in boredom
                   Finds itself confined in clothing
                   And
                   Scrambling to the room
                   Squirms ripping through fabric
                   To plunge into the darkness
                   Glorified in nakedness
                   A god
                   Whose fitfull sweating creation
                   Arcs through space and dying
                   Dribbles down a glossy thigh.
                   
                   Black spiked heels
                   Digging sharply into sweat-stained sheets
                   Imprison
                   Hephaestus at his forge
                   Whose irresponsibility suddenly realized
                   Douses in air the glowing brand
                   But erupts anyway
                   Splashing warmly
                   So many glistening pearls.
                              
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                       Copyright (c)1993 Kurt Becker
