Saturday, January 28, 2012

for PATTAYA TRADER 154 (A)

EXPLORER
From the valley of her breasts
to the forest between her thighs,
tracing lips and fingertips,
listening to the girl's sea-of-sighs.
How could I not explore her?
How could I not adore her?

ALL-ONE-ONLY
Christian, Hindu, Moslem, Jew,
everybody's got a point of view.
Everybody thinks he his right
and his religion the-one-true-true-light.

THE OTHER
A roof above-my-head;
a good meal and a bed.
What more in this world
other than a loving girl?

THE FAR STAR
The moon tonight
is a scimitar.
You're cut to know
that yonder star
is the girl you knew
now gone afar.

A-TOXIC-GAS-GIRL
-ARE-YOU
Baled out or bailed out?
Your life's sure a farce.
Girl you are a grouch,
but not a Grouch Marx.
You don't see me laughing.
You won't catch me smile.
Yes girl go on grouching,
relief is not your style.

WOULD-YOU-ADAM-
AND-EVE-IT?
At The Windmill, in Soho,
was many a nude-turn on show.
The girl-figures could not move
should the authorities disapprove.
So statue-like the models stood,
works of art though flesh-and-blood.

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