gershon hepner Poems

Psychiatrists haven’t decided
how to make horny women excited.
Best way, lady sitter, is
touching the clitoris
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When I cannot fall asleep,
Though very drowsily I I droop,
I don’t resort to counting sheep,
but fantasize that Betty Boop
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Clinging to your body like the scent
of onions you have cut is love.
You cannot peel it off and shove
away its skin, for like cement,
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They used to airbrush pubic hair
from photographs in 1930,
believing it was rude to stare
at it, regarding it as dirty.
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The music never ends
but plays inevitably in the mind
and, having, stopped transcends
harmonics that it leaves behind.
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Some people listen to the song
while others listen to the voice.
The audience often gets it wrong,
confused, because it has the choice
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A particle in one place sometimes is
affected by one in a distant place,
and though when you are close enough to kiss
you may be far too close to see the face
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Your are the beat that my heart skipped.
You cause my ventricles to pump
my blood into my brain, which is the crypt
you enter speeding past my bump.
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Each sentence is a susurrus
that softly from the grave he whispers.
Analeptic, Lazarus
is sermonizing during Vespers.
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Asked what he did yesterday,
Johannes Brahms replied:
“In the morning I made hay,
and put a note inside
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