This is a beautiful
crying piece....
it has taken away
all her peace....

she alone is to blame...
but both have a partial game....
they dwelt in some others arms...
Oh what a shame-----

man can enjoy any number of women...
but can't tolerate another one...
eying his woman.....

now they both must keep
secret liaisons aside.....
and
with a firm mind decide.....
they will not go for another ride...

beside or side by side....
they alone can
over this decision preside...

wont you die
for the partition of such gynecologic
Inuits and kraal as a Newfoundland
on a dog night afternoon eating mangetout
nakedness overwhelms all relent
consent and content. In tent
the nurses are a bridal infantry
cheer leaders to the chair ring-leaders
feasting less on drear satisfaction
than the game for swollen heads
for gloss was a crossfire
typhoon in pigment hemophilia

It came upon me
like a slow breeze,
soft and cool with a ghostly swirl
giving a slight tug at the visions
once safely locked away

as

skin pushed back against the blade
until it split with time and turned
colors against one another

And me, all the while,
wondering
if the scar
would match my sweater

There is nothing after here and now
Who says there is, is wrong
There cannot be; you must see
No here-after, when you're gone

But, what if ?
There is a god ?
Some great divinity
Suppose there is...
A place like heaven
Made for you and me

What would it be, this place of ours?
A state of bliss; angel's kiss?
Hot babes and hotter cars?