Seminole Tangent

Oh yessssssssssssssssssssssssss...
I be you be me
and salsify the sundown
(they say the roots are oyster-like)
to affectations of gourmetic grace.
I be weedling at your garden,
unworthy but so willing that it causes pain,
right there where you say you'll sit
and I deserve you because brats
and beggars
make salvationary patterns.
Sauve qui peut, cherie
and when the music plays
I will dance you to the wall
and bash beats into plaster
lovingly and
soooooooooo slowly
that when we root together,
it will hold.


(c) Glenn Sheppard - January 21, 2001