The wolf asked li'l Red Riding Hood
if with a wolf she ever would
and seeing shock on her small face
he did not mount a full-blown chase.
Time has a habit in these parts
to show that it's been crafted
from tardiness and irresponsibility.
Its unexpectedness akin to farts
liegt die Wurzel des Lebens,
das darf man glauben.
So that was it, the cross street was,
for reasons unbeknownst,
well hidden in the summer weeds.
I lusted now, that taste (it was a smudge)
I ask you what's a man to do,
myself, I wouldn't have a clue.
She looks exactly like Godiva
and teases me with her saliva.
The ancient window, looking to the Bay
had been her final stop, she simply had
collapsed into the rosewood rocking chair,
a cry of pain escaped when pelvic bones
On Mondays I don't rise with all guns blazing
my head needs oxygen and interphasing.
Anoxic from the Cabernet (which folks are praising)
I find Fiona calling both of us well.....aazing!
on the window,
letters will arrive so soon,