time...mess

i’ve got things to do

places to be

women to fuck

with their perky little breasts

i don’t have time for this mess

i don’t have time for these thoughts

or your pretty little wreck

which does bear the romantic

foggy picture

of the innocence of youth

and the tragedy of death

and your soft and perfect neck

and it makes me long

for some water

or the bloody, bloody mess

the twisted metal

the marrow of this life

and you know that one

best

these days

but i don’t have time

even though your lips

look like cherry red

wine

and i long to

sip

from

the

sultriness of the

vine

but there is no time

i have many wrecks left to

survive

although yours might just take

the prize

but i don’t have time

no i don’t have time

but oh,

you do look so

fine....