Where Lies The Tissue

(for me)

for the love of God
seems to be a good 1st line -
the time of a
good laugh without rhyme
of and for reason,
but the season: cold,
(warm for February
but Cupid never complained, nor
would he scold
the fantasia of Disney)
but would you have told?, if
your bad knee worked bold,
a Cancer the scope
that horoscopes and Gemini
and Aquarius and Sagittarius
never could know? the smiling
perfection of innocent Virgo,
(the shallow glimpse of solo,
the tear noone ever helped
you wipe; the swipe of sniper spit
on holiday in Kuwait, the hate
dirt of undirty ditches; the smile
of honest Virgo a perfection
of peace-wishes…)

perfection: to much
to ask of any
one person, whilst Jesus
blushed religion and cried
with the sham of it. for me…

the shame: rusted nails
that we all like to tell
of.
 
where lies the tissue for him?
where lies the tissue for me?

Copyright © 2005 Jacquii Cooke