the greedy have the need
to fill the horn of plenty
and to keep it overflowin’
the needy have the greed
to offer ten for twenty
and to wanna keep it goin’
flowin’ an’ goin’
goin’ an’ flowin’
more-more-more
it ain’t nothin’
like that
with me
and my baby
it’s limits
and boundaries
with me
and my baby
tho we have been known
to stutter as we utter
a heat of the moment
lover’s plaintive plea of
o baby please keep
flowin’ an’ goin’
goin’ an’ flowin’
o-please-baby-please
bring on-more-more-more. . .
as the needy minimize their greed
and the greedy justify their need. . .
the woman and her lover
scurry for cover
like john coltrane
seeking shelter in
a dope induced dream
of cacophonousless
peace supreme
the woman and her lover
know it’s now over
future and past
hold no sway
in this sublime
sultry soul sea
time of no time
together they mount
the unholy remnant
of mind-numbing
chattering-chirping
words-words-words
ceaselessly strung together
as the reign of topsy-turvydom
comes apocalyptically crashing down
all around
without a sound. . .
bound within the wordless terrain. . .
she reaches out
to him
he reaches out
to her
what good is speech
when a gesture
says it all
what good is speculation
when time has no
relevance
within mute mutual trust
she opens
within heart racing hush
he enters
within silence
they suss out
their meaning
their worth