her interior is exquisitely appointed
but I've come to the conclusion
upon eons of self-delusion
that the solitary life works best
for the constitution
as all about there's prostitution
in one guise or another
so be my sistah
and I'll be your bruther
for us there will no other
till my hour is up
and you're off to your next call
counting your haul as you slink out the door
2.
Decades whiz by
in the flash of an eye
and when I say I took her support stockings off
and wore them over my head
and then went out and robbed the liquor store
I think U know what I mean--
it's the universal language of love
ooby dooby dooby doo
just me and you
Now I just want to slip
into another world
as this one grows chillier
by the moment
any world that I'm welcome to
(I grope for the key beneath the mat
at the foot of the door)
And she said: what is it
you love about life?
And I replied : the way it kicks our asses
and still we keep coming back for more
3.
Now I sit like the Fool On The Hill
on his lofty perch
a man on a stationary bike
could attain a similar altitude
in far less time and trouble
but I preferred the scenic route
And I can see clearly now
all the dead-end roads
I've traveled down
they stretch in all directions
snaking to the horizon...
leading not to Rome
but to Samarra