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The Sailor

an old man upstairs has fits of coughing

women make his bed creak fit to bust

he's some sort of evangelical preacher

an expert on the perils of human lust

 

bones in bright sunshine or pouring rain

pressed down by limbs that rarely speak

contorted versions of my wide-open legs

I could make his bed wake up and creak

 

do my vows still apply after these years?

did I ...

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First Light

thorn rose in quicksand

a pale siren lost at sea

gurgling a hymn, that's

what she means to me

 

she's saying little of late

quieter now than of yore

time's calmed her down

once I called her a whore

 

came home at all hours

partied till she dropped

spent money like water

manic how she shopped

 

once a nymphomaniac

in bed she wore me out

I was not t...

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She Is A Whore

 

She is a whore.

Do I have to tell you more?

Someone thinks that she is brute.

Well ! She is a prostitute!

But! No one knows from where the guilt grows.

She sometimes behaves like a lamb.

Oh!!!  Damn! Damn! Damn!

Who can condemn the one

Who sometimes has nothing to eat.

Those women often plead.

But…a lot of men need just sex.

And…have only greed.

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