So what of replacement of worn-out parts
of an apparatus that warms my heart
the enlargement of a mojo youthful
of an apparatus that warms my heart
the enlargement of a mojo youthful
Or removal of a feature no longer useful
Only a brain cannot be changed
and libido cannot be rearranged
and libido cannot be rearranged
In the pain a fool feels losing face
To endure through life before leaving this place
On five strings strumming, missing bass
Rectify me to heights unknown
To not live avoiding hell alone
Like Ahab ranting on his ivory stick
With revenge in mind for Moby Dick
In God’s artful hand do I solemnly trust
The fateful outcome, break or bust
My faith in goodness need not wait
On its eventide celebrate
Roar like Irish, drunk and singing
Written in tomorrow’s stinging
Not for lull of cancellation
Not for any weird vacation
But restful sleep without a pee
Stop the bladder filling me
To face a problem easily forgotten
And not become another’s burden
Though seeds no longer burst
But stop my movements for the worst
But stop my movements for the worst
Even if the spring no longer seeps
Lay down beside me
Love is not for keeps*
March 16, 2020
(*apologies to Peter Townsend)
(*apologies to Peter Townsend)
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