"If a woman will let you
touch her hair,
she will let you
touch her anywhere..."
Wisdom, half-forgotten,
torn from the tome blazing
Entertainment For Men
cracked and faded
on the edges, drugged euphoria,
Pay Your Money Baby Take Your Chance
to close your eyes
and slip your tired hands
into a fine piece of fluff
stapled where her heart
was before the world
had it's way
and taped her to the wall
Breakfast-Lunch-And-Dinner
Served Hot 24/7
Laid Out Fine and Spread
On Linen
Book Of Job In One Hand
Your Pleasure In The Other
Folded and Hand Rolled
Tight
like your head is gonna be
rolled and laced
just cause flasked with bourbon
that makes you hack and cough
and scream
EXIT
<---- To Reality ---->
You can't touch her hair
if you can't touch her heart
and her soul has no staples
to tear you apart
She does that with her teeth.
copyright ~haze 1999
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