The “Force That Through The Thick Fuse Drives” The City Skyline

( Paraphrased from Dylan Thomas)

Some things have to be said quickly,
“Franklin Roosevelt died today,”
“Will you take your clothes off ?”
but we say them because we must,
because of what happened,
because of what we want to happen.
But it won’t happen the way we want
like a plate of spaghetti ordered from the waiter,
because everyone knows about
the boundary problems of the penis,
about that silly putty thumb,
because when sex is naked it wants
to take off its Sunday clothes,
close the hymn book to psalm 23,
climb back up in the trees and
do it swinging limb to limb,
because when sex is naked it will eject
even women pilots who crave to
sit in the cockpit of the B-52,
it will unsettle heads of state who
believed their propaganda of safe sex
and Sinatra singing “I did it my way.”
Sex is the jazz of love,
sex is the singer and the song,
sex is pro-life and pro-choice,
so I said quickly, “How much?”
and she said, “ One hundred and twenty dollars”
and removed her blouse and dropped her skirt
and I chose “Okay” for my next word
and when I saw her naked my
hardness pointed at the right choice.
It was a wonderful choice, a powerful choice, the only choice,
improvising people, families, and skylines.