Classic Poem

The girl is our hypothetical enemy, you know!
Lies outstretched on summer grass
And shows modestly her crotch with blue hair
Ambiguous form of love
What are its insides made of?
Plastic
The girl with her ruddy face walks over a large watermelon
And looks for the eternal unicorn
That's in every flesh!
Takes the subway
And with a baby bottle
Ducks under a far-off arch of white bones of our hypothetical old man
Toward a lodging holing up in winter
Hans Bellmer's doll
To its globular girl abdomen
And joints, relates
And twists twists
Flourishing pampas grass karukaya
As the weather gets better
Scorpion appears
After words
A killer of others, a younger brother, will be born!