The color of time

Back to back to black to blue

to unglue the two two hundred fifty shades scuttling staining my skin

I see you subtract me again and again and again

now I’m just a bunch of zeros and ones

counting thirty moons and about as many suns

why don’t we bake the bunny and see how fast he runs?

yes, you’re first to reach the buzzer

but you’re out for promiscuous buttons to press

in search of some forgetful sleep on the memory-foam express,

aren’t you, princess?

try one! five-R sounds Nordic and did he say where he’s from?

what did his commanding voice instruct you to do over the intercom?

your hands into these shackles, switch on the steam, lick my big boots,

balance my books, bounce your boobs

one can’t dance if two can’t tango

perky as mangoes punchy like grapefruits

while locked up in irons you’re only coming up with random pants to press

and one designless suit to impress

so what’s so intelligent about all this sloppiness?

Now your arctic fool is a pundit who sculptured his wife out of beaten copper and ice and velveteen,

swearing she won’t go hungry if she save a meatball or two for her last uneaten supper of rice and kerosene

but now it’s lunchtime, the flock is nearly all at pasture but the shepherd’s still got his red hands full, can I get a hush?

now in the distance you’ll hear a toilet flush

it’s the choir preaching to you, but you already know this hymn

it’s not the first time you’ve seen these innocent lambs practicin’

it’s not the last place I’ve seen you look crave starve crawl slide shamelessly shed your original skin

poor little lamb sure got his mouthful with that juicy kiss..

can I get a hiss?

now hush.

Back is to back

as white is to lie as black is to true

when you re-marry the two I’ll bear witness to you

most of the damage is simply collateral

bloody hell’s united, sweet sweet heaven bicameral

but our molten core is cowering under oceans of sulfur and magma in brew

it’s not for shame, it’s just a stigma or two

hatred is really such a lost labor of love,

around your special parts the devil is very highly spoken of

he mapped them in voracious detail, as a matter of fact

it seems there’s not a fold he didn’t bite or pinch

in all the years I’ve known you, you never gave me a fuck or an inch

but it’s eternity today, I can stop chasing both  your tails now I’ve signed some kind of pact

and propriety begs

that we part ways between these determined legs.