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“O for a Muse of fire,
that would ascend
The brightest heaven
of invention,
A kingdom for a
stage, princes to act
And monarchs to
behold the swelling
scene!”
-Willam Shakespeare
King Henry V




Ange’s buttocks

Ange’s buttocks bounce.
Ange’s buttocks bounce like fear free eggs on trampolines.
Ange’s buttocks bounce like basketballs practicing the Kama Sutra.
Ange’s buttocks bounce like Siamese Bumble Bees
Pollinating and pounding on our doldrums
Pollinating and pounding on our doldrums
Pollinating and pounding on our doldrums
With the ear wax wish sticks we so wantonly flailed
Back when we all believed in ourselves as dreamers.

Ange’s buttocks remind us of the curves in the road
That so often lead on our best adventures,
Punching through the Velcro nipple questions
That seem to tartar us all.


2006 Calgary International Spoken Word Society