by John Kendall Hawkins
"The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom...You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough." - William Blake, Proverbs of Hell
She was a high strung bodiced cello laid
out on my divan, a regular ripe
tomato, and I, the love apple type,
fell for her like Newton's Eden. I preyed
on her smile and her soft unctuous gliss,
a plucked, low-hung fruit keen for rapturing
lips, and when she slowly thrummed -- capturing
the essence of the moment -- I knew bliss.
My fat siren, my morbidly obese,
my own saucy stromboli with the works
overflowing with me in her eyes -- Jeez,
who needs Smiley Silage and her porn tweaks!
For my money -- and it is my money --
the road to excess leads to my honey.
