“hey tom. guess who else sent me a poem?”
Sex with many is the actual or implied state
which wrecks us. Jealous frenzy beats wildly
in the calmest breast. Gary Cooper was stabbed
and shot; fortunately the ladies missed.
When have the jealous ever been able to resist
the sneering provocation, no matter how good
the love? Hemingway said ‘Coop’ was perfect,
and what exactly does that mean. It means cheating
and sex with many is the idol of this world,
stirring all behavior; don’t you know why death
and its sexless partners were dancing for you
on the religious stage?
My poem can fix things. Look how
it sends the solemn music to you now.