Dead Intercourse Poem by Saul McCandless

Talk about the babies
The chance of rabies and quickly scarper
An awful lot in years
What has come and what is possible

Too small and chancy
Dancing, staying strong and laughter
My chalice can be rekindled
Come back clearly and no intercourses

Since the beginning
You have told the truth miserably
In pink and purple
Stifling, languages and movement

My times has surrounded
A one day break and outraged
A dictionary of lies
Shouted from my pedestal.