Ribmeat Of The Family Tree

Whether Became Us All

5-20-05

Circle drunk.
Potency
sang to levels befitting.
Some age, some ripen;
some wither, some regress.
I'm beyond to the good...
thank you for not staying married;
it's proved its point
that it isn't good
for you, me or marriage
in other (life) pattern-altering ways.

Whatever of your old lady?
Is he/she still with that
sideshow of a person?
In all my indiscretions,
please don't let me be like that.

Whatever of your old man?
Is he/she still with that
sideshow of a person?
In my perfect behavior,
I'll never be like that.

Time to call my lights to close.

I will, in fact,
retract.
I want to look better than I've looked
when I'm not my best.
My emotive tolerance
is too high
to justify
another night of insolent passion
slapped on tattered breasts
by drunken cocks
with cockeyed words
at impatient perfect timing.

Time to call my lights to close.
Not over, just en passe.

Knuckles sore from dragging,
thinking I might've had time
but I can't be a minuteman
infiltrating quick in given circumstance.
I need to plot an attack
but the enemy really
isn't a foe.
You soldier, me army.
We can take that chance
but I know your luck works.
You'll get the girl;
eventually,
I'll get the woman.

Time to call my lights to close.
I can't be
what I've come for you to know.
I only come as me
but its only what I show.
Someday, you'll figure it out
for yourself.
And we'll all have to know.