Monday, March 22, 2010

have you no urge to give it
a dignified sea burial?
that heavy lead promise ring,
rust stains on your finger,
shaky hands glued to your sides.
chums under supervision,
sanctioned by your sponsor,
your old lady, your lord,
who your lethargically wrestle,
three to four days a week.
animalistic races to see,
who gets the happy ending,
uninspired coitus interruptus.
have you not grown tired
of this methodical match?