i was a virgin before i met you
.not sex – i mean,
hardly knew who Al Pacino was.
Odalisque with gold beads running down
-Cleopatra her backside taunting Marcus Antonius.
i needed to catch up on life
witness Niagara Falls 3 times in 1 year
a 20 year absence,
(and I was only 21 at the time.)
you turn me on
.as tho our life were a B movie epic-
King Kong greatness,
Indiana Jones and the Arc,
pulp magazine, before Lawrence knew how to Block
or Stark finally admitted, he was Westlake.
my ukulele has a plastic shark.
i’m not afraid of the Hawaiian ocean
Goodfellas – has some meaning
Pacino isn’t a roaring lunatic.
you’re the adventure i’ve always been in search of-
fuck money – we’ve never had it – don’t know
that we ever will. we don’t need to be the Jones’s with 1.5
and a car,
i’m Macgyver with a jeep,
and you make me find ways
,be a better man.
i’m striving – help your dreams
become a reality
,same way you’ve made me a man
,understanding what he’s
looking at – what he needs.
i was a virgin before i met you.
a poet who didn’t know how to do much more
,crap out words and think they were greatness-
hunter in the woods, tracking down snow white,
(still listening to today’s best country.)
keep pushing me….
,secret pen names,
red velvet curtain parting, before the
countdown, the reel ticking-
the fedora hitting the coat rack