Life is fleeting,
My heart is beating,
Your heart is beating faster,
Let's be each other's masters.

Quintet

These ladies don't pretend to know
The reason they're invited for.
The hosts attend their waiting guests
And slobber for a taste of sex.

The beer-pong table stands immortal,
More than wooden plank, a portal.
The girls step up to meet their partners,
Boys who scheme of team's departure.

Leaving bars and heading home,
Hounding for a doggie-bone,
I bark a bark and howl a whistle.
All's that's left is skin and gristle.

Slid off chastity, and then,
Inked above her thighs in pen:
"Will Not Do It, I'm No Slut,
You'll Have To Settle For The Butt."

The moon is down and rainfall lingers,
The sky submits to rosy fingers,
About the streets the sunlight shows
The shames of stranger bedfellows.

Blonde Reminds Me

What break effect have I had on you
That your hair shines a fret of gloss?
I kissed you then on a soused bed,
And since I have caved my loss.

Sport of Kings

These wounded soldiers on the table,
Couldn't finish, weren't able,
Swayed by a first year's--
Well, her blush, or not perhaps,
Perhaps her butt

The jacks and queens across the floor,
Spades and hearts, they are no more
Inserted in a beer can's top
'Til anticipated Jenga pop.

The jacks and queens across the floor,
Some to sleep before the dawn
-Those who couldn't crush no more-
Those who could, they got it on.

New Love

A kiss meant nothing when you kissed me,
Now it means but all,
Since my dearest, my sequined love
Did fall

Beguiled in the winds of ruby whims.
Your kiss was nascent,
Hers the very touch
Of butter bar rubbed on cherry flush.

She is no more. You are what is left,
When a late frost reclaims
A cherry blossom. The theft
Lets my heart to ripple by the threshed
Bud in the pond below.

I lay my lips upon your lips
In a broken bungalow,
And out the window scorns eclipse
Of sun by vaguest snow.

Will I love you like I loved her once?
New love, I do not know

How Now?

First a man,
Then a writer,
A poet, a singer,
A heart exciter.

Upon completing
This procession
(it may be eternal)
I hope to learn
A valid lesson.

Where do I stand
At the end of the day?
(though the day has no end)
In a forest
The sidewalk is leagues away.

The gaze is ahead,
Not up nor down,
For the future will be,
The past once was,
But the present's now.

That is how,
The here and now.

In Response to a Benign Petition

(I don't need you
Adn my time is ym money,
Refrain from stupidity
In the presence of my fecundity.
This is my business, my town,
And damned if you or anyone
Is gonig to bring me down.
Phft!)

I answered your questions in a previous e-mail.

-WigHead