A Labyrinth

I am getting very good
at delving for details in this digital
culture we’ve created.
I can sift through the information
and translate little clips into a full picture,
however distorted.

I see you without speaking to you,
I know you although you have never spoken to me.
I am preparing my boss
to meet you because
he thinks you might be important
and I brief him on where your money was spent
and where it was made.
I can tell him if you are difficult
or sweet,
as if I have known you for years
instead of a few hours
of internet fishing.

I have found tax statements and private emails.

I know we shouldn’t mention your 3rd wife
but if we want money for cancer research we should ask about your daughter
who almost died from Leukemia.
That was easy
I found that on wikipedia.

No entry yet on the man
my friend wants to set me up with
but I can find enough shards
to see the shape of the pot,
only, I will have to meet him,
to see if it holds water.

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This is seriously flirty,
but before we get down and dirty,
and make each other moan and sigh,
there are some things I need to clarify:
I dont mean to be obsene,
but I need to know if you are clean.
Just so I am protected,
I wouldn’t want to get infected,
when is the last time you were tested?

It may be a good idea to hang this above your bed.

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I kinda love how men often use all those awkward squirmy words,
like pantyhose and breasts,
instead tights and boobs.
Yeah,
I know,
women can be so crude.

I kinda love that, what for me is everyday,
for him is still exotic and new,
to be placed on a pedestal,
instead of tired, tried and true,
like it is for me.

I am well aware that there is a legitimate argument,
of dissent,
a position of malcontent,
with this separation,
that can lead to objectification and thereby mistreatment,
but I will admit that sometimes,
I like revel in the exoticism,
of flesh, eyes, thighs,
and know,
that my bare visceral body,
can knock the socks off,
stimulate the pants off,
bulldoze the consciousness of,
some poor, unfortunate guy.

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Boy, you got it bad,
always so god-damn sad,
about some girl you couldn’t have.
But kid, lets keep this in perspective,
everyone gets rejected.

If you would get your lovely head out of the sand,
you might hear the marching band.
Darling, jump to your feet,
dance,
hear the beat.
Your heart is still alive,
so quit the, hem, haw, sigh,
and open your pretty eyes.
Because there are others to meet,
kisses sweet,
to wrap in your sheets.

But you gotta get out of bed if you want someone in it.
Baby, roll with the punches,
its the only way to win it.

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