Maurice Eidelsberg
UNVAGINAS
My poems are
Not vagina poems
Shy camouflage affairs
With pretty folds
With a pleasure nub
Buried all the way
In the middle,
But rather I write penis poems
Stick-out-strait sticks
Not too pretty
The message
For anyone with two eyes
Embarrassingly clear and hard
But something meaty
Something you can really
Sink your teeth into
* * *
PEACE IN THE MIDDLE EAST
Every morning
I greet Boogie
The Arab cook in my café
"Good morning Arab
Your sister's a cunt"
He answers
"Good morning Jew
Your mother's a whore"
After this I know
Everything is right in the world
I order shakshuka
The handle of the pan
Burns like hell
* * *
I'LL PUT IT THIS WAY
Put it
To my
Two lips
And my tongue
Will move
And move you
And you will
Know
Everything
I cannot say
Maurice Eidelsberg writes, "I'm a 59 year old cripple with Cerebral Palsy, who can only type
3.5 WPM. I was a box salesman and a droopy copywriter in New York City. I've been writing for 30 years and was published in the now defunct Quarterly. I self-published one book of poetry. I live in Jerusalem now where I
occupy my days by obsessively checking the stock market, sitting in cafes for up to four hours, and dedicating
at least 12 minutes to writing a poem. I'm currently horrible single and can be emailed: moishmoish@hotmail.com." |