Dark cloud o'er the sun
You think you will protect me
But you just killed me

delicately her wings did flutter
o'er the colorful flowerbeds

why don't we all do the primal thing
take off our clothes and reveal everything
not a stitch of clothing did Neanderthal folk ware
they allowed their naked bodies to breath the air

nudist colonies are the last bastion of bare skin
the people at these places never fail to grin
without dresses and pants they are a happy crew
all of them putting their kit out on view

it is a norm for us to take in the sunshine whilst bare
and a law should be passed to permit this fair
we've been overly wrapped in fabric for years
no wonder we've been without any cheer

the straight laced may not be too keen on ******
but may I remind them it is such a liberty
shedding the coats and petticoats wont do any harm
and showing a little of our bodies isn't cause for alarm

our forebears of a by gone era were not glad
they ran around in the buff and never did anything bad
those who wish to be in a state of undress
take off your attire and don't feel any stress

son,
there are monsters in the world
that will seek you and strive to
get you when you least suspect.

but,
more fearsome are the demons
of your own creation, because
not only can they get you,
they know exactly where you are.

that dark pipe that
             connects us
i remember a light
                at the end
        where i'd only
have to travel to it
      and everything
      would be okay
                       again

your light died
you're gone
you aren't coming back
your life died

a friend of mine popped in the other day
to have a chat
we got to talking about the town's past history
and more especially about one of the Church of England vicars
she had a litany of information
relating to his many female conquests
he'd been playing around
quite a lot during his period
as the local rector
one day he was caught inside the church
with his pants down
he was administering
to one of his female parishioners
behind the altar
the fellow who used to do the light maintenance
was most astound at seeing such close contact between
the vicar and a member of his flock
a few days after this occurred
the Bishop of the diocese informed the vicar
that he was going to be sacked
for his indecent conduct within the walls
of a place of God
the female parishioner
was given her marching orders
by her infuriated husband
my friend and I like talking about our town's past history
as there are some events
which are truly worth recalling  
to memory

In the back of a polish bar we sat

Smoking a foreign brand of cigarettes my lips had never touched
smoking until we ran out.

Me, pretending to be eccentric.

coy

laughter

closing the gaps between the continents we were born
surely we will bring pangea back to her glory

This is my favorite song, I say.
grace is serenading me from across the world

we inch closer together
the warsaw wood panels start to cave us in
i have forgotten about everyone else

Palms glide up thighs
wheat beer slides down the tongues
that wait to interlace

i listen to your kaleidoscope of syllables
we, in your native land, speak in my foreign tongue
i apologize for that.


we are alone in this room, i think.
the night's corners are creeping in
as quickly as our bodies braid.

            our warszawa flame flickers.