Thursday, October 21, 2010


A conversation avoided
a tale of two cities
of two citizens
of a brave new world.

Two lives
two flags
two sexes
two bags
filled with layers
and rings and burl.

Stuck in a moment
in the fog of a war
between modernity
and the urge to mate

is a space that is constant
in dimension or distance
but not in constancy
or fate.

A frozen curtsey
a stilted salute
and intimacy
is vacuous
and vacant.
While we play by the rules
Eros arrows the fools
who are coy, constrained
or complacent.

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