It's Too Late

 

Yupo 20 x 20 cm ink/gouache on paper

TARZAN’S COMMON LAW WIFE

O Jane, where art thou

as the icons of lust

gather on the billboards?

Where were you while summer

wallowed in the shallow end

like a despotic thug, a facilitator

of imperial crime, while others

did all the work?

And you without regrets, playing house

in a tropical tree fort.

The rest of us need love, Jane,

the rest of us need lots of love

O Jane. Meanwhile,

humidity is revising the record books

as far back as 1910. To each his own fetish.

To each his own consolation. We can roll back

the comforters now, open the big bays

for the damp air to circle our lonely thoughts.