easy poem(kinda review:100 mtns)(or, a portrait of the artist)

re: 100 Euphemisms for Mountain,
by John Washington

A story of inadequate love. Impossible death. Embibiquy. Confrontery? Joust. Impressed innards, unravel, that is—Cinematic, for one. For two, sealed with a kiss.

Hand-slung, body-wrought, primordial soup-juice, bun-in-the-oven, youth and vigor gone sweet with--Romantic. Masculine. Endeavor.

Yolk-bourne.
Even, jest.
Too limb for ‘his britches.


(m’ love)

Neither is it fitting.


In a way that way his way(the way the knee-knob won’t stop knocking),
That intuition, leg-flung, clambers even reaching, Ho!, the nape.

Of giants.
Looking up, not over (in the meantime, on the way)


Euphemistic for his own gad love, above all, nonetheless, and/but,
It’s called for. Listen quick.