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Issue 8A Journal of Letters and Life

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Three Poems
by Gregory Dyke
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 A drunken song of a youthful day dream

 
Give me some pornography
Jezebels in lace and pearls
Scantly clad sacred sirens
Black leather goddess with curls

 
(Drink)

               Oh those Delilahs of satin
               with those young perky breasts
               And I will say to any man
               with sin there comes no rest

(Drink)

Oh, Give me some pornography
the kind they make for kings
And I will gladly place
any saint's head upon a plate
for that wicked kind of thing.


 
The Word Whore


In the beginning

                      there was the word

             and that word begot the lie

                  But what Nietzsche's noses failed to

smell

(Sancho Panza's did quite well)

sometime you need to whore

                                            to survive.



Making Love

Oh, sweet sweat.
Oh, the motion of our form.
Oh, the flickering light.
Oh, passionate scent.

                  Let us do it.

                         Like in the movies


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