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Genesis Revisited
by Walter Ruhlmann
I was raped by an orchid
in the middle of an orchard
the apple trees, the pears, the prunes, the goose berries, and the peaches
laid out laughing while I lied there,
sweating, panting, wetting my jeans.
The implosive awakening,
the dent in this bright horizon,
horizontal, my body shrank,
it diminished until it burst
and disappeared.
An immortal fright bubbled out
from the uncanny patch left on the lawn
my ballooning, burning body had birthed.
It had the shape of a large smile,
the feel of my own purple skin
when I jutted out of a bath,
soaking, dripping and shivering.
The smell of my swelling penis
swallowed by snakes, swallows and swine,
the size of my large, lardy ass
in the shade of which one could park one's Cadillac.
I left a print of my coming to this garden
on the blades of grass of the land
where other men drew on their skin
the rivulets of shameless androgynes,
the marks of mighty warriors,
the signs of unexpected progressions.
Genesis Revisited
by Walter Ruhlmann
I was raped by an orchid
in the middle of an orchard
the apple trees, the pears, the prunes, the goose berries, and the peaches
laid out laughing while I lied there,
sweating, panting, wetting my jeans.
The implosive awakening,
the dent in this bright horizon,
horizontal, my body shrank,
it diminished until it burst
and disappeared.
An immortal fright bubbled out
from the uncanny patch left on the lawn
my ballooning, burning body had birthed.
It had the shape of a large smile,
the feel of my own purple skin
when I jutted out of a bath,
soaking, dripping and shivering.
The smell of my swelling penis
swallowed by snakes, swallows and swine,
the size of my large, lardy ass
in the shade of which one could park one's Cadillac.
I left a print of my coming to this garden
on the blades of grass of the land
where other men drew on their skin
the rivulets of shameless androgynes,
the marks of mighty warriors,
the signs of unexpected progressions.
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