if just a little love had slipped thru

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If Just a Little Love Had Slipped Thru

Dreaming
scheming
slinking thru
the torpedo
chamber
of my mind
up periscope
down periscope
fire torpedo
one torpedo
two three
four &
five fire
the lot
of them.

 

Here come
the depth
charges.

 

Break
out the
whiskey
the cards
& the
dart board
sing bawdy
pirate songs
shake your
fist at
the enemy
thru the
trembling ocean,
boiling
in oil
above you.

 

We’ve been
here before.

 

We feed
off payback
like a
rat eating
styrofoam.

 

It makes
the eyes
smoke &
things
slip thru
your fingers.

 

There you
have it–

 

The size
of things
when you
thumb your
nose
at their
Prozac;

 

When you
refuse
to turn
loose of
a childhood
that could
have been
so much
different,
if just
a little
love had
slipped thru.

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