| Too bad there’s not something to hang on to,
But this will have to do.
Too bad there’s not someone to cling to,
In the dark of night or the starkness of any Sunday.
Are you anxious, are you rude?
Can you follow the Golden Rule
And lift your skirt
Without being crude?
I’m in the bed undone like tangled strings.
I’m on the phone unspun like wireless tongues.
I’m on the way to being out of here
And out of my mind for fun.
rcs.
Current draft: 3/18/2010
Created on 3/15/2010 4:33 PM |
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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)