the biggest breasts in the world
alighted one day on my roof
I felt gratified at last
as they whoomphed down
breaking slates like nothing
one day I thought
I will climb up there and caress them
on many far ladders
such clouds there were
such clouds of breasts all confused
until slowly they slid, rolled, skidded
off the edge
crashed in the garden
laying there like spreading pools of big tissue
everyone gathered
this was a new sort of world
my pot plants, I thought, oh
my pot plants what has become?
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