Your navel is the mouth
of an original cave
your boysmoke floats
listlessly towards heaven
but you can't shut up, can you?
even for a second
to enjoy and ingest
your last cigarettes
and to feign your existence
on the cool side of town
with the punks and the fairies
the queens and the bitches
puissantly cloaked
in vintage nightgowns
No No
No No
No No
No No
You have got to be kidding me
You are actually considering:
the morbid implications
hostile contradictions
and potential resurrections
in the needed corrections
coming with age.
the morbid implications
ReplyDeletehostile contradictions
and potential resurrections
in the needed corrections
coming with age.
This is an excellent encompassing stanza.