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I wrote Brassiere more of a joke than for any other purpose.
The obvious subject was broached in an adult conversation; the same from which Fireman originated.
Content Type: Poetry Singles
Content Created: Fall 2002
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Brassiere:
A simple word confounds my world
with a Golberg clasp, and eighty-four steps,
to unsnap the strap. Terribly ravenous, my need,
addictive opiate mammary; my eyes never leave
the orbicular prize lurking just inside.
Spilling over demi-pedestals, the silky honeycomb
devolves my mind to barbaric baby cries
that sigh "nurture me, something supple and silky, please."
Alas the clasp escapes my neanderthal grasp,
and I, near collapse, for want of a silky sweet,
burrow into the loving embrace that
a push-up creates; to console myself
with barely a suckle of bliss, obscured sculptures to kiss,
because brassieres perplex me so.