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Night Of The Living Tits
by David Lerner


Joie was back in town, see
and the joint was even liver than usual
night of the living tits

see, poems were read
in honor of her return
from San Diego
where she'd been in self-imposed exile
boiling her art down into
the impossible

but, anyway, she read a story, a
fierce flaming tale of truth and sentiment
ending with the lines
"It's just like Dorothy said,
'There's no fuckin place like home,'"
and the place was like
an inferno of joy

and then she showed her tits

and then Danielle got up
to read
and she showed her tits
and it was good
and the temperature somehow rose
and the fair Kathleen, she
showed hers, too
with a little bump-and-grind
they were excellent, soft and
tender

and then it was Anne's turn
and everyone was so happy

tits, Joie, beer, poetry, dementia,
heart attacks, the world and
everything in it, trading places
with fire, it was just
one of those nights