Late Night's Last Poem

The jewel of so many lives
bright crypto captain guiding endless denizens
cutlass through the waves of ambition
a microcosm of cult virility
driving adoration and of course
obedience, a tincture of infatuation
and lust

piddling piece of your ambrosia dawdled
to every upturned maw
two sheets to the wind
always tempting a third
early morning dew extinguishing the
last cigarette, butts at the bottoms
of beer bottles

grey ash gathered in the bowl of
a Spartan shield
whispering Cohen rhymes with
a vodka swollen tongue
leading minions into your spider's laugh
your gypsy hair

unbound breasts beneath your grandmother's
blazer in sepulchral sway
come off costless
lift us from our toes some amorous scent
and lead us
floating, raving, swooning
helpless dreamlike enslaved to your wake
brazenly impotent
and forsaken.

TA