when u see a hunky guy
rippling his         muscles to the future
generic
                      genetic         steroid man
composed    entirely    of testosterone;
disqualified
& [quietly excluded]     from  society:
her niece              has a broad back &
shoulders    facing the stars
       of the Lingerie                League;
a well armed          militia of athletic
         women
                                          taking out men w/:
          their                         looks & charm: [scent]
u've       got to         really ****
&  be                 hiding behind
basement                     doors |      building bombs
                                     to blow    urself      to bits,
   so someone else can blow
    someone else to bits;
[bombing ur own holy places   to no end
                except
                 to         [live in fear
of                 women in cars,         cheerleaders  &
feminists |               what kind of  *****
                         are u?

leave  it to
   mankind's
     current incarnation
     to go in search                  of microbes in space
which might wipe      out   all  life on earth;
                                    in the 50's
           the biggest             dilemmas in space
      was
not finding     
       Zsa Zsa Gabor                                   & a match

these words glide like honey over my tongue
I feel good in my skin
my mind roves in cream, gentle and soft it says
I feel good in my skin
my breath flows in like spring wind
I feel good in my skin
this body relaxes home into itself and knows
I feel good in my skin

The peculiar
Transient  state of feeling
Visits at night
Under darkened skies
Tucked in the Velveret air’s
Warm embrace
Only then do I have
The audacity
To wrench away
All of my inhibitions

The dreaded daylight comes
Ever so swiftly
In it’s presence
I still choke
On the almost
Cowering in limbo
Waiting for salvation
Have mercy on me,
Give me the night.