off the pipe and on the stick she was

off the pipe and on the stick she was
during the defense of purpose writing
a subtle gesture given once too often
against all the odds and factions bought
at the expense of any enhancement never
thought to bring any second thoughts…

we sat at the bar for an eternity discussing
all the matters of extreme importance such
as favorite flavors and colors and music is
the savior of all souls lost not the commercial
swill on the air, but real Love given away for
free by students of poetry as art should be…

satisfy through the realm of matter and give
all manner of thought to the only sane bastard
in the universal philosophy that still gives any
credence to what should concern us as about
which Time is pleasantly passed or how many
metronomes does it take to change a lightbulb...