Knowing now that I've been led through a life of guilt trips and unnecessary servitude, I opt for the duet of two bodies, in any and all of its possible cantations. A man on the downward slope, I finally realize even this may be tainted at times—a song and dance to keep one weary. The saving grace? Men sharper of eye and much stronger than I had been destroyed by this through beliefs, grown to order by shadows. I've endured through lusty respect for the small kindnesses of flesh; and damn the incendiaries' endless carnage and attendant propaganda, and damn the quacks and shrinks, the lobbyists, Agenda 21 ....
There is always the threat of some newly-found indisputable fact cutting short a tender, positive spell. There is always the threat of a branch not supple being snapped. More and more yesterdays invade the moment. These superimpositions turn all into metaphor, one of a wish softly intoned while wrapped in hapless memory.
We the faint hum of silent bodies stream rippling ice melting one heartbeat against another they rise until unlike any yesterday shield before an unsure self limestone floating ride the rising mountain. Every time we fall asleep spooning, the crossed sky becomes whole again; no one conspires. Apart from love and fear, what is there?
Papers please.
You're not permitted
to travel into this zone,
our records indicate
that you have not received
the mandatory vaccinations.
Place your hands behind your back,
you're coming with us.
This is going to sound ridiculous,
but the whole thing's ridiculous,
so here it is:
You cheat on me once,
and I hand over forgiveness,
and that gives me the right
to fuck nine other women
ten times each.
Because those nine women
have cheated on their partners
I can fuck 90 more.
It's like that.
john e (John Eivaz) writes and makes music as "Unnecessary Enterprises".
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