Contra Flores

by Aidan Andrew Dun

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All flowers
affront
creation

So-brazen
colours insulting
the senses:

Sexual organs
raised on
nature’s stilts.

Men think
crime as
they glance here:

The evil swaying
dance of pink
blossoms.

Cover them
for your own
safety followers

Beware
the dangerous
wink of a rose

Terrible
disseminations
of impure fragrance.

Winter!
Come with
prudent shrouds

Shrivel
the pride of
these prostitutes.

There was
a man who
disappeared

In a bed of
flowers, never
seen again!

Sad beauty
of life enhanced
by lust

That old
proposition: stand fast
O faithful.

Modesty is
offended by a
lewd sun

Gazing on
the temptress
salivating.

She hangs
about waysides
quiet lanes

Broadcasting
lascivious
atmospheres:

Upside-down
fuschia
red dog-rose

Baggages
untrustworthy
in flimsy petticoats

In the wind
flirting with
one another

Where an innocent
man’s not
to be found.

A single nod
another fool
goes missing:

Another
comatose adventure
in the senses.

Teasing
seducing, hot
afternoons

In garden-plots
considered as
strip-joints

Semi-transparent
petals tremble
indecently

Skirts of vile
see-through material
solicit.

Beware the realms
of satyriasis
my friends.

Conceal everything!
All these
side-glances

Are hot
lightning-bolts
for passsers-by.

And the zealous
will not stop
at flowerbeds!

Trees
buttock-shaped
with fruit also

In the breeze
flaunting juiciness
dangling their

So-called
‘good’ just
out of reach

Must go!
We urgently
call all nations!

Bring tarpaulins
old sheets
eiderdowns

Over seedbeds
of iniquitous
proliferation

Cast
immediate quilts
of concealment

Last veils
of far-sighted
only hope.

As women
are made to shear
locks, quell

The vanity of
flowers with
ruthless blanketings.

Remember
a husbandry of
circumcisions

For pruning
the most insolent
genitals;

Begin with
humbling
lurid flowers

Go on
to devastate
orgiastic forests.

When earth’s
a desert
no more desire:

Nature
whore of Satan
is destroyed.







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