permission
I forgot
to ask that color

or perhaps
desire cum flippancy was
harder to claim

so I sucked down
what my imagine
could prove

bare and innocent
not marked up with knuckles
truth with no teeth

there is no
agony in the gutteral
cat fight song

a fight after all
is just an
impassioned script

a play with
dramatics and
makeup after all

far beyond center
and/or the core
values held in the tabloids

and you let your
hair down at the
handcuffed moment

I can’t help
this crease
the hard grin

that dress so…
holding my thought
and your hips

thirty eight
is but a number
and it grows on trees

I can’t see the
forest either
blinded by inequity

and fucking hope
e-fucking-ternal
simple enough

© Tom Watters  8/14/07