My soul she shrieks and flings me down
The wind picks up and lifts her dress
Teasing and pleasing me
All is nothingness, so she says
As she pins me to the bed
With a silver shaft of cold, cold steel
She runs me through and through.
I love to see the traces of the places you have been
it gives me hope in the possibility of seeing you again
the things you leave behind like a band for your hair
reminds me of the fact that once you were there.
I was talking to my young friend Elise the the other day and I was explaining to her about the three great women.
“You see, Elise, every man is promised three great women in their lifetimes. Unfortunately, I had all mine by the time I was 17.”
“So what are ya doing with me Frank?” She asked.
“I’m going for a bonus round,” I answered.
“Naw! Not with me. I’m a number one kinda girl. I don’t want to be number four!”
“I know what you mean, Elise. Now you know how I feel.”
Anybody know where I can get rid of a couple of used ash trays?