Sex and the Bayou

Let go,
down, down the river
to that murky river
when he was a girl with big dreams,wishing well
far from demons as far as he could tell
where cows are bathed down aside man
the breeze is incredible, so is the tan
come night, watch out for that cold
you know the cure, you know the code
Almost immediately, he is with beards and budges
this is the bayou, the river swallow bodies
with the blue light asky the nights were made
for boys, girls, husbands gallivant with maids
not too late for a little football, rubbish
burning fire provides the light and little children
circle and play round the fire a little spark might teach

Down the slope
down, the slope of the flood dissected road
lusters sit on gutter pavements and touch genitals. Then
dogs might chase dead family members who died on the road
insulted and betrayed they might spin a whirlwind
benders returners might get back with a down wind
appreciating the earth they stand a little more by lying on it

Where
then, does sex stand in all of these
is it between the choir of toads
giving ominous sound to the nearby thief
who lurks in the shadows
looking for pockets to pry and sieze
we sometimes hear cry, loud and croaky filled
with regrets of wife and daughters coming back to frustrated
husbands. a tad late from visiting their heavenly father

Sex is all we know
down in the bayou, down the slopes of the crab
infested - swamp. Down in the bayou
Bonobos are what we are
down in the bayou we solve our problems, by
sex - the ultimate lock and key




by Victor Samuel