pubert

Pontificating pronouns and predicates
from all my deeds and regreats
Reflected in lunar incantations
and phooney lamentations
The night is purple with life support
the switch is flashing abort abort
Will i tie the rope?
slide the tube out of her throat?

Women are not deceptive
only when men play dective
and cohorts with the snake
for autums sake i'll never look for you
only in every pool of water
and lonely summer evening
i'll blow smoke out the window and wonder
What does national aveanue sound like now?

I suppose Hemmingway was right...
you never can go home again