can you dig this . . . 
can you feel the hammer 
of my hard-knock'd peg legg’d groove? 
is my dance too chic,
too unique be accept'd as normal 
by your squar'd off mind
can you dig it, Oooh. . .

can you dunk it for
IF you dunk it, 
you may become part of my 
phallic movements,
plunging deep into my 
ziggy marley'd angles 
and slightly off-center’d 
reasoning decrees 
allegiance to the gender-neutral


to the color-blind, and 
to the archetypically 
grotesque, the all inclusive
who  cannot think out-
side of their de-
railed boxcar willi’d 
mode of over-
process’d deliberations










  
let go of all you 
knew as safe & OH-K,

cocoon yourself to 
that which your mama
told you was dangerous, 
run with the scissors that 
sharpen your under-
estimation. . . 


jump on thinn'd out
crackling ice; 
break the fissures open. . .
release a gorgeous creature that 
wants to be taken as-is
to your daddy's black tie party

hey-baby-baby-baby!
may i pleeez inquire can you? 
can you feel the slam-pulse of 
my unsmooth dog legg’d groove,
do you think me as an  
bo-diddly odd-little ditty 
so i ask you one mo' time,
can you dig it
can you dunk it
can you slingit,
can you crunchit 
(maybe skunkit)
can you flingit

can you munchit
even pumpa-bumpa thumpit
can you peelit
can you dealit
can you itchit
can you scratchit
can you oozit

can you choozit 
can you dig this
AWE in me?

© 2006, cynth'ya lewis reed
all rights reserv'd.

(Orignal 12/14/05 version below)

 
can you? feel the pulse 
of my smoothly crooked 
dog legg’d groove? 
do you think me too 
much of an oddity to get 
into your square mind
as you view this 
round whole of self/can you 
dig it, Oooh. . .
 
can you? . . .dig it for
IF you dig it, 
you may become part of my 
phallic rhythmic merger,
plunging deep into my 
corporation that treats
all line angles and off-
center’d rhymes with the 
recognition that decrees 
allegiance 2B gender-
neutral, color-
blind, and archetypically 
grotesque to people who 
cannot think out-
side of their de-
railed boxcar willi’d 
mode of over-
process’d deliberations


 . . . so why not just 
let go of all you 
know as OH-K,
cocoon yourself to 
that which your mama
told you was dangerous, 
go ahead and run 
with the scissors that 
sharpen your under-
estimation. . . 
jump on thin ice; 
watch the cracks break open
 
to release a gorgeous creature that 
wants to be taken home 
to your family dinner, 
yeah baby!

may i inquire can you? 
can you feel the pulse of 
my smoothly crooked 
dog legg’d groove,
do you think me 
too much of an 
od-Dity to get into your 
square mind, can you dig it 
can you dig the 
AWE in me?

© 2005, cynth'ya lewis reed
all rights reserv'd.