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