They’re right, you know
when a revelation comes
I get so high I float
dusted, as I was
sex is my universe
mine and love’s alone
try not to think
so as to get
but what’s there to life
if not to be allowed
the fancies of a consumed mind
to wander the carnal realms?
to be led into a gilded room
drawn with red velvet
filled with the dream music
of twenty black-clad
ex-suburban rebels
and not to let
the thought of just one
scruffy and bare
backed on the bar
to enter my consciousness
is asking too much
even at my worst
I am not getting
what I think I want
sometimes it’s hard being thankful
getting what you need