David McLansky

Freshman - 839 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

A Riff On Jonathon Robin's Time And Tide - Poem by David McLansky

It's bad enough that mystery
Haunts us without history;
You say that we two loved before,
I a sailor, you a whore;

The brothel was so flea infested,
Your body odor my ardor tested;
We lay on a mat upon the floor,
The bouncer stood beyond the door;

You screamed with pleasure and delight;
Your groans alarmed, you squeezed me tight;
The bouncer barged into the room,
He interrupted bride and groom,

Checking whether you were hurt,
You cursed him as we rolled in dirt,
A beetle ran between your breasts,
I pulled a coin from out my vest.

After that exhausting ride,
How gladly I shipped with the tide;
Glad to see the docks retreat,
Not knowing I was then poxed meat.

A hundred years have since slipped by,
You look at me with laughing eyes,
You chided me, I didn't write,
You ask me if I would spend the night;


You now live on 23rd and Lex;
You rub my leg and stir my sex;
I was a fool in our past life,
Should we recouple, my timeless wife?

A Wise man learns from the past,
I still itch, I have a rash;
I think I'll just pass down the bar,
My prostate still has twitching scars,

The STD's of prior lives
Somehow manage to survive
Helping us avoid mistakes
With reborn bawds and famliar rakes

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 27, 2013


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