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|21||Nuts and Bolts||
Picture and I get older by some two years,
doing, and doing, and doing,
until I ran out of resolve.
Then we break up to live in separate homes,
and still do it occasionally like most do, for a while.
Later we stay just friends for some time.
The much younger sister imports herself
from overseas to visit the elder picture for six months.
She has a weakness for those whose bodies are
owned or used to be owned by the elder picture,
and the attack is imminent.
She is a Barbie with soft skin and not twenty years of age.
Just past thirty myself, my hormones are counting
the stars on the fighter plane,
and again, I am powerless.
It is four years since the virgin.
The picture obviously starts attacking again.
My hormones have to protect themselves
from the dual insanity,
and they walk over to the non-virgin's place to
take a sanity break.
As usual, I follow without being asked if I care to.
As if that was not enough,
as all three are doing me regularly for a short week or two,
me and the non-virgin have a slight accident.
In the middle of the night I rush on the Rollerblades
to the pharmacy to get some foam.
Like a spy, making sure the picture sisters who live close by
don't happen to notice me.
I think the excitement, mutual fears,
and the foam massage made us fall in love.
For the first and only time, and for so very briefly.
As if we were under enemy aircraft fire as we were doing it
after the pharmacy visit.
But the fire was in me, and its expression was in her.
And as if that was not enough,
the head Objectivist from the past
came for a conference on the west coast,
and could use a place to stay on the east coast.
I invite him over to stay.
Barbie is staying with elder picture still,
so my place can officially hold him.
We get to visit the elder picture for no reason
that my hormones told me about.
His hormones are loose with the picture,
the picture is pissed at both myself and Barbie baby sister,
and the sister swap is near completion.
Not that anyone asked me, as usual.
They pretend to fall in love real quick.
The picture Can't Hold Out Too Long.
They fight it out and the picture ends up in my place,
sleeping totally alone.
Me and Barbie take a night tour over the Brooklyn Bridge
and sign up some details,
while elder picture is waiting for me sleeping in my bed,
leaving hers to the Objectivist to sleep alone in as well.
All the while none of this information is hidden from either party,
except that the non-virgin doesn't know about Barbie yet,
as if it mattered in this mess.
Until sun-peak elder waits sleeping in my bed,
when I arrive back home from my
New York tour with Barbie sister.
She wakes up in domineering frustration as I arrive.
My hormones just want to do her
and I try obeying their orders.
They give up over a strange fight:
She wants to do me, I want to do her, we fight and have neither.
|23||Here I Go||
This is a story 'bout a girl that I knew
she didn't like my songs
and that made me feel blue
she said: "a big band is far better than you"...
She don't rock 'n' roll, she don't like it
she don't do the stroll, well she don't do it right
well, ev'rythings wrong and my patience was gone
when I woke one morning
and remembered this song
O-oh-oh, kinda catchy, I hoped
that she would talk to me now
and even allow me to hold her hand
and forget that old band.
I strolled around to her pad
her light was off and that's bad
her sister said that my girl was gone
"But come inside, boy, and play, play, play me a song!"
I said "Yeah! Here I go"
She's kinda cute; don't you know,
That after a while of seeing her smile
I knew we could make it, make it in style!?
So now I've got all I need
She and I are in love, we've agreed
she likes this song and my others too
so now you see my world is...
because of this tune!
What a boon this tune!
I tell you soon
We'll be lying in bed, happily wed,
and I won't think of that girl
or what she said...
It took another week until Barbie
moved to my place for
the next two and a half years.
Much later she will tell me she had counted
two and a half times a day on average throughout.
Totaling over 2000 in all,
I'd call it a medium size relationship.