Well I've been dragged all over the place
I've taken hits time just don't erase
And baby I can see you've been fucked with too
But that don't mean your loving days are through

Yeah Yeah Yeahs are my new favorite band. I especially love Modern Romance [see above] and Maps. Wait ... they don't love you like I do.
Moving right along, I wrote a new poem last night that I want to recount. Of late I've been getting over the structure of one word/one line and I think the result is an improvement. I read a wonderful poem 'In The Park' by an Australian woman poet the other day. To the wind she says, they have eaten me alive. Beautiful figurative language and a very satisfying poem. Reading it I understood what Erica Jong meant when she said 'Eat this poem'.

Her face was hard. Rock & stone. Ancient
carvings into clay tablet.
Among the lights of smiles, of
fires lit behind the eyes. In her third eye she
saw his face. Reflected into hers.
They looked at each other
in the brassy glow of a streetlamp. Charmed
but for how long? He asked her & she
shook her head, not knowing.
Their features melted together, under the lamp.
He said nothing, and she cried.
"What will I do without you?"
The great black mother of the sky looked
down upon them, enveloping them
in her soft, bottomless gaze.