The Singer

The Singer

Smoke from glowing cigarettes

floats ethereally to the microphone

maritime boys and girls gurgle with drunkenness.

You stand staring at a glazed eye sailor,

concentrating on lyrics which meant more

than the vacant eyed listeners could know,

but isn’t that the way it works?

No stimulated lover wants to hear such words,

only the moment of arousal, the fevered sweat,

the scent of body oils, and a hammer pounding heart.

The deep penetration of love, billfolds replete

with man’s understanding of love, his definition of god.

 

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