At the end
of the world
when all is done
and all the games are played,
there's one last thing
I'd like to do
and that's to just get laid.


I don't want that slam bam stuff
where everything's done in whiff
no, I just think it ought to take
a decade or so of stiff.


I'm not asking
for much at all
but wanting
to feel again
the wet hot heat
of a jet ski seat,
the gentle turn
of a fin.


Soap and suds
and beds and charms
and candles all lit in stream
with music staged and pillows caged
and everything played mid beam.


That tripping funky
mushroom hat
and bags of elfin toys
now where was it left
that rock was cleft
that opens just for women


Maybe out there
on acid too
a girl will think like me
and she will think it
grand to say,
"Let's head out
to the sea and sail like what you are
a buccaneer."