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.
