Cupids Arrow

The long bows feathered missile buried deeply
Soft, ripe virginal tissue is always waiting for barb razors strike
This cupids arrowheads are forever talons
Eternity was assured before the bowstrings draw

Indiscriminate archers should stay they’re bows
If the queen’s heart is absent, there is no point
Fatigued wooden splinters litter times marched path
Each fracture a memory shock therapy

Shaft worn now to an immortal stub
Immune now to weathers grinding grasp
Still catches snags from time to time
Linked to kinetic sluice gates
On fantasies primordial sea

Some bullets can never be removed, inoperable
I guess there’s room for another
After all, Robin split the arrow with the one in a thousand shot
Or was that one in a million

Cocaine and Cosmo’s

Cocaine’s bitter greeting
A numbing tracheotomy
Eyes sparkle with confidence
Nature’s circuitry enhanced

Salt tinged Cosmopolitan’s soothing touch
A crimson quenched delight
Lipstick smears staining crystal
Her sugar plum claws moist in cocktail dew

While Cocaethylene’s new twist germinates
Thoughts drift in eddies of time
Through invisible tears and bittersweet smiles