Stone Age
This is an old poem of mine about going on a date.
So tell me about yourself: What do you do for work? For fun? Did you watch that too? Tell me who you hate, who Do you love, what's the vibe, Bitch about the bad, The dates you've been on, I'll grab the next round, it's Flowing well, easy, like, You get me, few do, you get The short straw, so it seems, Alluded to, inferred, hinted at, Crass joke to keep it rolling, It lands, the potential for The hollow crash of its missing: Haunts us, stay lucid, Are you clutching at the same Straws as me, it's still in play, Dance with me let's move, Walk off the pain sniff the key To happiness, just, just for A short while we play, The rock and roll is a mute, Non verbal, language of touch, Are you well versed, do we Converse well with different tongues, Lets throw the dice See them roll, hear the clatter, Watch them tumble, Snake eyes hear it swell, What side do you dress, Feel it bulge, Queen bitch letrocet Sweat on the walls Throw my bags down the hall Sex will fix it all, I live for that chase, Needing of the taste, Drip feed me Hamster to the wheel, Don't tell me the truth, That's what you really mean, I get it I do we're both hiding, Better than ever translates as: Used to the dread, want of death, The hiding allows the game To stay in play, immaculate save, The heat, a lighter pressed Into my thumb, bone to flint, Strike it, we're outside, cold, There's not much left to say, Communication becomes Stone age, flint to bone, Survival or starvation, Your place or mine.