June 3, 2004

  • You’re irresistible: I’m drawn,


    quartered and impaled with raw desire


    for you.There’s no abeyance.
    I require immediate conveyance


    to your licking realm,


    to your queendom of lapping


    and overlapping pulsations.


     


    Damn the clouds, the wind, the sun.


    Damn the local murder of crows and my muses, too.
    I’ve commanded them all to take me


    to you but none


    avail.


    They simply ignore me, cast me
    as a madman a-wail


    (-ing) in vain.


     


    Okay, gonna check for the next flight.


    If nothing open, I’ll take the train.



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