annuities, Roths, the S&P index. Wealthy barbers and syndicates
Of old women regard my indictable moral weakness
with head-shaking and the cluck of condescension.
No radio station anywhere plays the music I truly enjoy
and while I admit I'd gladly accept more if offered all
I really need to be happy is one long sweet open-
mouthed kiss from that slyly comely goddess-in-
training who weekly sits across from me brazenly flashing
her innocence like a weapon, a dare, a last shot at salvation.
