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.