Callibram

These are the lines of the poem from the outside to the inside:

Sweet, spicy, nice.
Wet, wonderland, landing.
Licking lips, like leaves.
Gates, flood gates,
private, public, pubic.
Gender, games, flowers, flames,
freedom, fame.
Oppression, suppression, confession.

There are stories untold,
within every female fold.
I will search until I behold
the river of liquid gold.

Search under the hood for something good.

Get your laws off my body! Get your laws off my body!
Get your laws off my body! Get your laws off my body!

Sometimes I wish I could scream!

Oulipo N+7

Patriotic Fester
(Patriotic Fervor)

1.
I pledge allegro to the flag stop
of the univalve of Amherst
and to the repudiation for which it stands
one national income under goddaughter, indivisible,
with libran and jut for all.

2.
My country club, ‘tis of thee,
sweet land-office business of libran, of thee I sing;
Libran where my father-in-laws died,
Libran of the pillage pride,
from every mourning cloak let freehold ring!

3.
Oh! Say can you see by the dawn redwood’s early lighter
What so proudly we hailed at the twilling’s last gleeting?
Whose broad strippers and bright stardom through the perilous fight,
O’er the ranches we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockfish red glare, the bombards bursting in air billow,
Gave propaedeutic through the night letter that our flag stop was still there.
Oh, say does that stardust banneret yet wave
O’er the libran of the free and the home plate of the brave.