love call

Love Call

The joy
vein of
youth.


It all
comes flooding
out like
someone busted
open a
water main.


It’s the
sort of
thing drives
true believers
to drink.


To mess
around with
loose women,
smooth-talking
men.


To beat
their dogs.


Everyone else
whips out
their snorkels.


Pretends
they’re
on a
boat.


Reptilian
low crawlers.


Life according
to Noah.


Another weekend
slips by
then another
& weak
men come
unglued.


So much
disaster to
catalogue.


Out come
the calculators.


Things will
add up
eventually.


I give
my love
call like
a rampaging
bull elephant.


The earth
trembles
the leaves
rustle &
the referee
rings the
starting bell.


Many people
are frightened.

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