I get the distinct feeling
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

that the Buddha would dislike this place
too about whether cheerleaders shake their asses
without caring about health, well-being
their fellow man

instead
there is sex in every space between letters
in every curve of cobblestone
in every crevice of sink corners and bathroom drains

and that's the important thing
rooting out that sex
deluding it like ammonia or vinegar
its pure flavor
just too acidic to swallow

Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version
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