poem of an hour
half an hour really
it's all i can steal
before the midnight
duty of kisses calls
and there's this room
demolition site really
which desperately needs
cleaning you see we've
just moved and there's
no curtains yet and
i don't care if the
neighbors watch us
make love tonight besides
i'm half drunk already
and my brain is still
wobbly from all the blows
oh if you could see
her drinking sake in
her cowboy hat right
here her hand on
my thigh you too
would i mean you
too would sorry i'm
sorry i have to go