So she’s gone and I wistfully recall the past. I think of the cut off shorts and the barb wire tattoo around the upper thigh. Perhaps I shouldn’t notice those things but I’m only human and my eyes still work. Of course, I’m too old to do anything about it and too poor to afford Viagra. I need Cialis before I go see Alice but my cash flow is a spartan and the blood flow. . .
Barb wire tattoo
enticing my timid heart
quietly look on
the moment quickly fleeting
I will sleep quite well tonight