By slug
Date: 17 August 2000
the mating habits of snakes
and so I wonder about the mating habits of snakes
and if - as with other creatures--
the women are snared first
but the men become entangled forever?
but snakes are not all other creatures and
men and women - they are not, necessarily, snakes
and very few things become so black and white
and we are left standing in the
pitch black night wondering where our youth went
when it became ok for
sanity to fly the coop for a dame.
a dame.
and everything goes awry. and the snakes come out and
the beats
feast on tongues and shoes
and mortar and blues
and why?
why why why why why?
we are constantly asking why and no one knows the answer.
why hot and cold?
why touch and run?
why kiss but no tongue?
why, every day and every night
I watch the sky from dark to light and there's nothing to see but
blue and white.
and my soul has been stretched to the ends and beyond and the
stars are coming home to rest in your eyes -- but you don't see
and you'll probably never see
and if you did, you'd deny
it is just the thing
and you don't know
why
why
I'm sorry -- i didn't know -- i don't know
why i'm not her and if that even matters
and what it means to be her - but she's peices of me
and a year ago I was her
but
the way of things gets twisted
and sometimes the time's not right.
until you see...
and then there was light.
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