Bloomsday 2010

for peat’s sake

it’s Bloomsday again
a day for eccentrics of the lovelier 
  type  a mad crew of
palavering playmates
up to their eyepatches
 in wickered kishes
and wicked kisses

on riverbanks where riverruns
 on the way to one sea or another
arcane ceremony prevails
words hurtled between
bites of organic haruspiced treats
and the women all murmur   --Yes
whatever the question

pass the porter
pot the peas
restore disorder to
the book of deeds
 all of us recorded
 torqued into confusions
 compulsions confessed

count me one
making my witter
with all the rest

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