Floccinaucinihilipilification*

1

Come let’s try
To describe,
Come let’s try,
Do come!
A feeling really hard to explain:
The Human Orgasm.



2

A swell of brown.
A dirt mound.
A Tree, Tall,
His Majesty,
His beard, a tire swing,
And we swung there carelessly:
Pendulums on a wooden clock!
It seemed as if we’d never stop
The Summer slowly pass us by.

We never mourned the grey;
The wide world's torn sky,
The thunder flash, the big splash,
Her green lap, a cool pool;
We sailed the Earth in tire tubes,
And the dread rains passed us by.

And in the Winter a crow died,
Maggots writhed around its eye,
Popping in and out of it
Smelling like the death
Of winters past that passed us by
As if we’d stumbled where their bodies lie.

We warmed some stray pups with our hands
Then buried them in flower beds;
Death was just a circumstance,
A consequence,
A small word, it was absurd!
And who in truth cares for a bird?
Or a dog?
We jogged at dawn in winter’s fog;

It’s never there where it seems
Like finish lines, like happy dreams.
The hill is gone, the Tree was doomed,
But in the spring, the flowers bloomed
And I sat before the flower bed
And wondered if they’d howl the dead.
I whistled and made some chirping sounds
Then I got bored and left the grounds.



* The act of appraising something 'worthless'.