(no subject)
To Gary (the real Italian Stallion)
--I watched the moon glow
And, following with my eyes,
Re'lized it was you.--
Patronage to charm of endless glory
To death-and-back and cigarettes
Chide you, evermore
Among the smoke in a room atrocious
Strums the man of sleeping sex.
At a lack of easy mystery
He knocks harder yet
Who can ever tell
Where the mischiefman
Will follow strike?
Infatuations; knives, watch your backs
Before the knick of Hades' hand attack
A loss of love and life
In one single palm
Of an army to a pulse
Unties himself, the Stallion
Once again
To chain his wretched back
Never again.
Yay Gary! Hope this did it for you. Mounds of honey on the midgety hill, eh eh?