FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

THE HOOKER'S SONG

dahling
(talking to herself)
even if i have to feign
affection
to a very loud moaning
i will do it for you

make love to me
i am a lonely woman
fill my emptiness
with your hard head
( internalizing love
and imagining what
money buys)

i like this bed
it is so soft and
and the linens
are scented
with the
freshness of pines
and roses

and then the bed
cannot hold her anymore
the springs and
edges begin to
creak and squeak
and break

while the old
stupid man
begins to burst

like a canon
at the old Spanish
garrison....