Manohman
was he a sucker for an hourglass
particularly when seen from
behind(breathtaking)
slap a fortunate face
fresh-scrubbed on top the stack
auburn brunette
he might possibly entertain
going on the prowl follow her scenthe might even catch a hint of Cupids wings aflutter
riled above the sound of
the coolswept air or catch the creak of his bow as he
bent it
but if Cupid wasnt true
if he wasnt dead-on
his scarred ribs would deflect
and throw his arrow
hed end up nursing a flesh wound rather than trying to mend a broken heart
it was funny how he found all the pieces
but they didnt fit together again quite right
he heard Cupids twang and its echo more
times than he could rightfully say
though while he could say he hit
the mark three times he was of the distinct
impression that either Cupid wasnt particular good with a bow and arrow or there wasnt
anyone waiting in the wings to proceed him
. . . . . . or maybe all most
people needed was a flesh wound a slight dig to sling them headlong onto the
Merry-Go-Round
Around and round we go where we
stop nobody knows*
stopping somewhere is better than nowhere
a warm bodys a warm body
itll do for now
it can do for awhile
or itll do until the next opportunity
Opportunity it was an odd
name for any man or a woman
but what did he
know
aside from being a sucker for an
hourglass
1609, Friday,
26 10. 16
(that was American entertainment)
