(16) March 11, 2010: A Certain Bliss

A CERTAIN BLISS

The brimmed synaptic treble clef
  From which I bungee jump each night,
Enjoys a view that to the left
  Would look the same as to the right.

And up would look the same as down,
  As north would south, but in reverse,
The foot of sole, the head of crown,
  A pretzel-flip a bit perverse,

But nonetheless a pleasing thing,
  An unexpected stranger-kiss
That lollipops a certain swing,
  And twists within a certain bliss.

D. Edgar Lamp

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