Today I met with Mrs. Wade
My love affair, my only shame
She told me that she loves me
“Honey I could eat you up…
Come join the club, let’s get in love…”
There was no Bridget Bardot
And there was no Melody Nelson
There was only me
And when I got slapped
I tried to turn my other chick
Wishing I could smack that beautiful behind of hers all night long
But I just couldn’t
And it is what it is
To be omnipresent and impotent at the same time
Forever
Oh anguished leapers
How we glided
Into her kiss
An angel’s hearse
By God – I’ll never let her go
My Mrs. Wade
I love her so
Now she was dancing in front of me
All my memories
All her apathies
I’m so sick of going round in circles
Well BOOHOO!!!! You’re not the only one with problems, you know…
“Have you ever wondered?”
She coils my tears to a moth shaped yearning
“Could a coyer soul beat my orchestrated laughter?”
I’m so sick of going round in circles
“There, there…” she comforts, “You’ve never had me anyway…”