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!
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
A L L M E N W A N T I S S E X
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:
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".
"River Deep, Mountain High"
(some say "Eskimo Nell" was penned by W. H. Auden) ☻
rodomontade: rumbustious, exuberant, boastful talk and behaviour back
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?
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?
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.