When I stare into your
Eyes behind the glasses so librarian school marm chic
and sexy – I’m struck
by the draw of power, the lure of a drive
the engines in your soft glower – how ambitious
your full throttle racing through the schemes of a rockstar
on your lusty rise to fame and power
In your past I find your pinup pics a woman in love with big guns
(and what else? big questions I would ask – )
like your fanatical love for weapons of war
how fairs the pairing with such sweet naivety
in the manner of cause and effect and
such casual disorderly conduct towards the laws of time, order, and being?
would you go with me, tonight? just you and I? To run away forever on an
anarchic parade of endless love toward those waterfalls of paradise
I know we’re told not to go chasing after them, but–
what if we didn’t listen, to what anyone ever said!?
From you I learned as much! The wisdom in ignorance
and just saying the first thing that comes into my childish heart
without thinking, without a plan, with no thought for tomorrow
but to be free! And feel the power of your eyes on me,
oh my love. how sad it will be when this episode of our
love should end – that fate and death and life should call it quits on us,
what we have here, our lovely time dancing on the turned over desks and burning books of our schoolroom where you
YOU teach me what love truly is!
I read a book, or was it some romantic film, that said it so sadly, and thus best
I loved her like a butcher loves the eyes of a heifer
Alas, what chance that we should come together, my sweet love, my librarian sex goddess of lusty ignorance
and this world, this sad droll nothing- burger
The Haunted Typewriter 