Luca Brasi

you are you were you will be you will fill my need the sexuality of poetry the true kiss of inspiration's lips not of the body but of the flesh the air you breathe you breathe into me with my perspiration in anticipation orgasmic words perhaps abstract and absurd towards total disbelief that concrete shoes should sway me disway me weigh me down so in the end tell the boatman to ease me in it seems Styx and stone will take my bones as i swim with the fishes perhaps i might bump into the lost and found of the body of Jimmy Hoffa