PRE-DAWN MESSAGE
Scintillant Venus
in morning-star silver
and to her right
a waning crescent moon
in oxymoronic gold
topped by Spica and Saturn,
Eiffel tower of stars
peeping in to bedroom windows
as they sing:
“Ain’t no sin,
no mo, no mo,
ain’t no sin no mo.
Gotcha licence,
gotcha blessing,
ain’t no sin, no mo.”
No oxymoron this,
just the rules we play by
in this world
that man’s made up.
December 3, 2010
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