Our insatiable Desires

Maybe so maybe so

Oh Look the presence is here

The thoughts you can uncover to discover

Who is setting the sacred?

The old dog was grey and laying on her back she was going to fall between the slats in the bottom of the cradle into oblivion soon.. it was apparent

She still liked the love pats and the tender voice still

she had grown old  but she was young  in my mind's eye

how could I have not noticed she had grown old and soon would die?

It made me feel emotions I wanted to cry but I didn't

I couldn't I was hiding behind who might see

Then there was the old six-string that had been set out

waiting for the next somebody to come along some  time

in some other life a matrimony

to wed  with

our insatiable desires

My Indio Latin American Friend and the blonde Angels Hair

The phone rang... I chose not to answer it.

Cuntish perhaps?

Thank you for visiting our fair-weather Strip.  Nobody is really welcome here... without first paying hefty Landing Fees....

Cunt Isle Air.

For the well MONIED.

Grammer  Mar-Mar Printing.........

They Forecast Rain.....

Why! and look Clear blue Sky.

Well Well Well

Once again.