other animals

as Paul Anka licked those white cubes 
from between her dainty toes, I 
knew it was too late for me so I flew 
into the nearest more or less wood to 
let my momentum slow to sap and 

all those fictional women of 
my graphic novel past were just 
as complicated as needed 
and as whatever else and, less 
 
but I hear like is drawn to like 
or the other way around I 
know I should just go out and play 

apart from now there is no other day 
but this urge to heap mountain on mountain