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  LATIN EGGS  

Latin Eggs a short doggerel 

 

 

 

 

One wrong thought

A single stupid idea

Through carnal knowledge taught

By a bedclothes mountaineer

 

What is this peculiar notion

Buzzing like a gnat in my head?

Why is it that passion's strong potion

Has left me wishing I were dead?

 

Surely if this were The Way

We could always, forever, be friends?

Instead ’tis true what they say:

The heartache (with grief) never ends.

 

I know not if I am right or wrong

Being punished or an innocent sufferer

I thought I was the one led along

But I am told that I was the instigator!

 

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LX     

Head is fiction

Heart is fact

Stomachs like food

And that's enough of that

Love is for loonies

Fidelity for fools

Romance is wrong

Now that (who?) make(s) the rules?

Seduce a guy?

Just say, "Hi"

The 'Ten Commandments' don't tell us what to do, they only put ideas into our heads

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Then I did this, then I did that

 

And then I did this and then I did that and then that is what happened and then this is what happened and then that is what happened and did she make love to him or did he make love to her did she make love on a Monday Theresa on a Tuesday Wendy on a Wednesday Thelma on a Thursday Fiona on a Friday Samantha on a Saturday Susan on a Sunday and Monica on a women love men and men love women and women love men and men love women and I was following you but I was following you but I was following Willy and Walter on a Wednesday Theo and Thackery on a Thursday Frankie and Freddie on a Friday Sammy made love where's my baby we made love that means we're married we made love where's my money we made love - next! What if I'm right? What if I'm wrong? What if I'm good? What if I'm bad? What if that is what happened and then this is what happened and then I did that and then I did this and did he make love to her or did she make love to him did he make love to her or did she make love on a Monday and men love women and women was following you but I was following my baby we made love on a Thursday and this is what happened and that is love.

 

 


 

I thought I could be 'faithful for both of us'.

I fall out my head, stick to your face with a smile. I fall out my head, stick to the wall, slide, like a slime, to the floor.


 

  NEXT: an antidote to 'Holier-Than-Thou' moral condemnation & religious guilt:      

Fiery Manes

inspired by "Eskimo Nell"

I leapt (with a lear) upon Latin Eggs to roar the sunset plains

A tumultous encounter with Eskimo Nell, to tangle our fiery manes

Steam expanded, pistons pounded, the furnace fuelled to a blaze

A dozen revolvers, Colts and rifles, the racket cracked every glaze

Law-courts, cathedrals, uniformed officials flattened by our rodomontade *

The once quiet lake upon which we splashed today is a "Niagra" cascade

Lust, love, hilarity and passion, a landscape scarred, whirlwinds of abandon

Thunderheads, lightning, volcanoes and tsunamis, the wake we gouged they've named, "Grand Canyon".

LX     

 

"River Deep, Mountain High"

 

(some say "Eskimo Nell" was penned by W. H. Auden)        

 

rodomontade: rumbustious, exuberant, boastful talk and behaviour   back

 


 

THE KNOT

I know my thoughts are incorrect

I know that my world-view is wrong

A burned-out love I try to resurrect

In my throat lies strangled our song.

 

*\SHE/* the Goddess who knows The Way

I, 'The Lunatic' who follows

Her absence makes men say I'm gay

Till dawn I work on my gallows.

 

How can I visit when she writes, "Do Not"?

She rejects yet expects I'll arrive

How can we marry when she has tied The Knot?

My mistakes say I can not survive.

 

To her I am but a card in a pack

To me, 'All The Girls In The World'

For decades my brains I stretch and wrack

For *\HER/* "So Simple", or, equally whirled?

 

-oOo-

 

LX     

 

 

 

Le Pendu

Tarot card 12 The Hanged Man

 

Tarot card 12 The Hanged Man

 

Hangover?

Her words in my ear

Pierce like a spear

Grow louder each year

Media menace ever near

Evokes hidden fear

Yet I held her too dear

Could not have let her be freer

Now they call me 'a queer'

Drown my sorrows in beer

Naked legs entice a lear

Hardly dare I even peer

Strangers point and jeer

Call the help of a Seer?

 

 

LX     

 

 

 

The Hanged Man

Tarot card 12 The Hanged Man

 

 

Tarot card 12 The Hanged Man

 

 

 


No Happy Thereafter?

My door is unlocked on the snib for tonight I will be dead

My corpse they'll find one morning stuck to the blood in my bed

Her thoughts control my wrists, her mind manipulates the blade

The sharpness I press on my neck, in the beginning in innocence we played

The moment we met long ago I exclaimed to myself, 'my wife'

Dark solitary decades later our 'love' hits The End with a knife

I thought I had found my answer, the girl of perfecton and bliss

Instead I was painted The Monster, cursed and hurled to the abyss

When once a man's name is blackened no one dare intervene

Every riddle must surely have an answer, in each prostitute, perceive the lost queen?

The truth may be something quite different, I know I'm entangled in wrong

To escape the damnation of others takes more than merely to be strong.

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