Duet for Man ,Wo man, Birth, Death, In fi ni ty and St. Louis #9

Man

In saracen nights I held you

the breathless love

of the

emotionally disabled

Woman

In hot suck ling morenings

I held you

whispering you to orgasm so you

could smoke a cigarette

Man

In cotton af ter noon times
I_ missed Gen ral Hospital
for you

for the moment of your love

for the
love of your moment
for a

penny’s worth of passion

Woman

And I tell you yes
it’s the wine

it’s never you
who bears no fruition
who roars like a lamb
then lies down

Man

And I tell you of

forever love

in alabaster lies

and scented

Cah li for nia

Ver de nelles

of ever las ting

skies. The seas are made of your sil ver

Woman

And don’t you speak of your other

as though I

wish to know

your strumpet solo

like a trum pet so lo

like a train

whose pale feet you threw yourself un der

beg ging her to walk

She wouldn’t

Man

But I write poems of you

of 20 ways

to say love

to spray

love

how you clutter up my mind

like loose grafiti

Woman

And you try and

cover me with words

lucious me with i mages

trying to live a mo vie

till yours

comes to your

lo cal

neighbour hood theatre

I could be dead and smellin’ up the place

you’d still leave me there

for her in side moves

Man

But you

are the real tomorrow

I’ve been sear ching for

The young one I’ve been

rest less ly lusting for

all my life

In General

In Days and Edges

In Nights

from hos pi tals and

alley beds

From here to Port Charles

Woman

I heard you have

made love to me

I want a sworn affadavid

I want it note

and chord a rized

I want a wit ness

Man

But you’re al ways
who I end up with

Woman

Like rotting eggs

end up with

gar bage rolls

Man

But you’re special to me-

Woman

Only when I’m here

(and there isn’t the other)

Man

I think of you-

when I don’t think of some one

else

Woman

Do you try and touch me

lonely nights

in the darkened shower

Am I good then

ful filling

Man

Much better than
in life

Woman

I am

much better than life

than your life

Man

I am

what lies be fore you

I am your last chance

Woman

I’ve had chances be fore

I’ve had choices be fore

from anisette to Thunderbird

bee lieve I’ll pass on this one

Man

I won’t come ’round a gain

I’ll go out the door

and won’t stop for

mor ning

Woman

Give her your best
It never was mine

Man

I only lied a

little

Woman

Only in matters of the heart, soul, flesh, and

fresh fetis hes

Only that you chose to use me

Only that I choose

to be the usen

Only that-
there was only that

It doesn’t matter
Only in matters

Duet -from a Sea Isle City-Bob Small-08/05/83

Some observations

Because of changing from scanning to word to wordpress,

some of the line spacing etc is different than the original

also this was about soap operas