Natural Magic

Poor Keats, five feet tall with shoes on.
Oh, the pure freshness of Lady Brawn.
When sexing, he wears a beaver hat.
It's a bitter fit for a Cheshire cat.

A body too small for his mind.
North of London, you will find.
Keats and Shakespeare listen to sighs.
His notion of joy is summer skies.

La Bella Dame San I cannot trace.
While the poet muses, before azure space.
Smooth sailing ships show their keels.
This morn, Keats arm braced Pallas' shield.

Bashful eyes, he wore an airy mask.
'Tis modest boat, a poet for the task?
Gentle squeeze for each hand. 'TIs true.
Rein in his ample sway and bid adieu.

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North Salt Lake, Utah 84054

Cher
B
High voices and black hair.
Slippers on the weary bridge.
Life's pure music and fair.
Gown of pink and blue silk.

A
Refection in the dupe glass.
Heated kisses and moans continuously.
Rhythms of my own ass.
Brushed light in rapture land.

A
Lax shame starlight and champagne.
Frozen mid-note cause it's cold outside.
Love'n an alien boy's body.
Rough hips move side to side.

A
Hum the Orphan chant in the fog.
Take notice of the fine street music.
Cher is out practicing her trills.
Breathe the flashback of the attic.