He rounded up some old Old Man River band mates for this one, including Slow Hand on rhyme and Rhythm King on meter. “It was great to play together again. We started out on burgundy but soon just hit the harder stuff. Mushrooms and metaphysics.”
So eff the RIAA: here’s the file. Download and share amongst your friends.
Another Effing Forsythia Poem
Cynthia Forsythia,
the goddess of fertility,
flirtatious bleached blonde bombshell wow!—
there’s no divinity but spring.
Paternalistic deities
are fall’s cheap comeback to her fling.
With flowing tresses she undresses
scientific, atheistic,
theological design
with sprays of petals—pistils, anthers,
pollen—polysexual and
actual trinity of thine.
-Son Rivers 2005
3 comments:
What a brilliant poem. I love it. Thank you.
^_^ Bravo!
Son thanks you.
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