Lost in Georgia

They paved a road way down to Georgia
like a knife between the virgin cheese.
It was fully of glory and "oh lordy"
but it can't account for the scraped up knees.

They packed the cement before the leaves
could come and scare them all away.
Reconnaissance for old man winter
and harbingers for the colder day.

The church bells they don't ring as loud
the children they don't wander as far.
The rain it still pours down the same
even though they build faster cars.

Where has she gone to in her chariot
I long to hear her voice again.
It's fully of sound, fury, vibrancy
and all those things I miss from days gone when.

I whisper in my bed at times to her
wishing she could hear my words.
Hoping she's not just a figment conjured up
by the dirty infested, deceitful hordes.

But I hear no reply night after night
and hope, we can only hold on to it so long.
Before the double-edge begins to cut
and we realize all along we were wrong.

As a Kafir

As a Kafir
My bedroom is proper
but I must insist we handle with care

For when the light gleans copper
there is no way I'll stop her
once she's in my sex-pot lair.

So here I must insist
that sex is ubiquitous
and some like it when you pull their hair

In the end we both strive together
some use whips, and some use feather
but the goal is the same: pleasure shared.