WILDERNESS LACE

WILDERNESS LACE

Drab repetition...                     Seek less the Mission.

                     Fireside taverns of wood.

           Log  the  altruistic,  vertical  firmness.

             The indefinite bleakness of should.

        As I see the new form of the car of the year,

                  I belch, and I puke, and I roar.

        I will fondle the breast of a woman I see...... 
as her nipples get harder than diamonds of the most sparkling kind, flashing amorphously - voluptuously...

               I yearn at the curve of her lips.

               So red with passion,

               and the rose in her cheek,

               make mountainsides bleak

      while the curious sleep...

         I long for a taste of meat that's so fine!  Yes, an elegant compliment to the most fine red wine.

              If content be the word

then my humble abode

                    would invite such a curious guest.

         Oh, the Tower of Babel

would stumble and fall

         for a creature divine as this miss.

              Through a jungle I'll crawl

              and a giant I'll maim

              to be with this wonderful soul.

         Yes, prudence,

              essential of course to this feast,

              what must it demand for a toll?

                      All of my severance

                      surrendered to you.

                      Yes, so tax me again 'till I bleed.

              As the haze of your icon

                       encompassed delight,

                           full of rapture and warmth

                              of a solace 

                                 so surely assumed, 

                                    for the humblest of nature...

                                                              ...Indeed!!