She's an
Alright
Kind a' gal

She smiles at you
When you sneeze
She smiles at you
When you tease
She grins whenever you're
Trying to win
But,
There's the sin -
She always grins
When you
Try to
Win

But there's the finest
Form
Of gender
Wars

A chore
That wears the pants
And the ants
And the clearest time ticking
Of futures
Pasts
And imaginings alike

Another send off
In the right toss
Who's sincerity never bleeds
But
Sees
That love is endless
Dealing in pity,
In grossness,
In sadness,
In anger and utter absurdity; we
Are the writhing flesh too dumb
To admit
To
Death, yet to still
Believe in it so,

Like

Gospel.

There's another word.
A word I've yet to find.
A generation
A mess.
And they howls
With laughter
And the spines on my arm
Go hard

Like good ****
Like *******
Like Mount Vesuvius
And she spills out
Pouring fine words tasting
Of turkey gravy and pine,
Filled with the absence of money and the
Disillusion of the comfort of wine.

I take the finest word
And I make it yours.
You are the one
Down to my pores.

What else would you want
But everything,
And evermore?

Am I willing?
Oh', am I seeing?
What you've got to give me,
Is what I'm breathing
And what I'm seeing
What you're telling
Is nothing but your
Silly reason

I can't help what you tell me
And I can't help what you wish to see
But there is something you keep
And that is the key you key you keep from me

I'm only twenty three yet i've seen the world
And when I think of love
There is nowhere else
I'd rather be

Take me to the mountain
Take me to the mountainside
A simple way
A forgetful say
Another nod,
Just saying

"It's O.K."