LADY GODIVA: The Naked Truth

I didn’t know, I could love  you so. My single rose. Plucked  yet still somehow grows. I didn’t know. No lyric prepared me, no single prayer  could ever have saved me.  Love, like a dragon’s lair  something I saw  now not so sure was there. And what use am I? When you can have the whole entire sky.  Every sheen and hue  remind only of you. To what purpose  or what point  was I even born? When I am left  so forlorn. Grateful only  once you’re gone. As if all the birds  conspired of you  just so there could be  a dawn. For all that is left of you  is in song. Yet sometimes still,  in a stifled sigh or yawn  I can catch you sideways.  But only during cloudy afternoons  on Fridays.

Life is havoc  wreaked  upon us, we drink aqua from sapphires, bemused in spite of it. Inspired because of it. She might be gone, but the house is still here. Stands sturdy, German construction in the ghetto. Nothin' 'bout these walls are hollow. But they are hallowed.     Even if you only see squalor.          There's still laughter in the parlor,                 so please excuse my pallor,                     and don't you dare call us fuckin'  "parlor libertarians".      Anymore. We're all Einsteins & librarians, cancer-free vegetarians, radical radicals. We're gonna brake protocol, heed the call, and start a new procedure.   Ramrod this roughshod ramshackle politic   because our love is thick--     -- thicker than your poisoned water....