with the cupid we have

[bloggod]

alas, the types of love we must endure.
pre-emptive compliments, jokes riding sidesaddled,
personal information vaguely pasted on a ham.

alas, we to to war with the cupid we have, not
the datedrug we can order on the innernet.

bill the thorns to the devil i say&
let gosh sniff her petals
till the bovines come home and holler hay...whassup?

lingerie and chocolate sauces are oldhat,
amigo. try edible tarot pasties&
skywriters spelling BE MINE in petrochemical fogs.

try memorizing the minutae of yer wishes.
let them weave toward the light, issuing leaves
spadeshaped, seeding tommorow
with a real good kiss