that i could look deep into
your moonlight-bathed eyes,
the blueish-white sheen,
and all the while
be staring at your nipples,

to say the least, aroused me.

as you spoke of whatever,
i listened to your thighs'
fit snugly to the jourdache's
and it did scream your ass,
and i happily approved;

i know that makes you glad.

each time i see a billboard
you're on it, just different
and i'm not fooled one bit,
i'm on to your tricks,
so you better watch me
and find other guises.

i've been lashed to the caine,
left alone, tossed and turned
but i'll be tethered fast to
the lanyard of un-born dreams,
feeling the albratross get heavy,

all the while, i'm tiring.

and since it'll be me against all,
it'll be a toro-charge, beguiled in
soft words, to dream me away
to what loa tsu calls non-existence,
the mother of all being,

and that'll be that.

09/28/2005