Quote & Poem 26/5/2015

"It’s been so long since I’ve had sex I’ve forgotten who ties up whom." Joan Rivers

You could be home boiling a pot

of tea as you sit on your terrace,

reading up on last night’s soccer shot

beneath a scarf of cirrus.

You could be diving headlong

into the waves of Cocoa Beach

or teaching Mao Tse-tung

whose theories are easy to reach

or dropping off your dry cleaning,

making the New Americans wealthier,

or mowing your lawn, greening

up, but isn’t this healthier?

Just imagine the hours you’re

not squandering away,

or the antlike minutes frittered

with a tentative fiancé.

Your whole body agrees you’d

rather lie here like a snail

in my arm’s crook, nude

and oblivious of all e-mails.

Yes, it’s nearly one o’clock,

but we have more reasons

to kiss, to engage in small talk.

For one, these blissful seasons

are short, & tomorrow is never

insured, so bounce downstairs:

pour us glasses of whatever,

a tray of crackers, Bosc pears,

then let drop your sarong,

the wind high on your skin,

so we can test all day long

the notion of original sin.

MAJOR JACKSON