No Doc, I don’t think you got pills for this

I was with a girl one night

finishing the formalities of eating

we moved onto the formalities of being

interested

in each other

and quite suddenly,

I noticed a horrible, gut-wrenching thing,

I made a statement, which was supposed to be funny,

but wasn’t really funny,

and she laughed. Not only did this impose

importance to meaningless wit but also,

her laugh, her boisterous, preposterous laugh

was absolutely unbearable

and each coughing cackle forced knifes in my spine,

I imagined immediately two mes,

one which would be with this woman, beautiful in every

right but one,

and one which would be insane with this woman.

Tonight she’s my Eve and

that shineapple laugh of hers is tempting me

with more than the devil’s share of insinuation.

I am past the left and imagining underthings,

red, laced underthings clutching onto thighs,

digging deep lines into territories which I have invested

hours trying to gain access to.

Momma ain’t gonna help me where I’m going

but she can’t castigate me neither.

Just close your eyes, and take the biggest bite you can purchase,

and leave the rest up to fate.

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