Poetry Synopsis of the book:
CHIP OFF THE OLD BLOCK
aging only to 42 And Counting backwards
AKA Senior with that extra bit of junior chocolate
Keeping it sweet, hard, nutty, and Almost There while running the streets of Cats and Men
like a clock on deadline
Dateline: Dante and Leslie
Know the names don't matter
Not like the labels from a life of sex
Chiseled in wax and 5/4 meter jazz sax
Not like the constant instruction of Erotica 101
the hot spots of joy nursing Big Daddy
Public to some commercial result:
bump it, bag it, fill it
up (like dischord musical Bookends)
Down to Brother Eros' way
to where the X-Factor transports you
to universal maliase
social mayonnaise
spreading euphoria in caring about everything
to Planet Zz
where sleep is not for the tired
but new found unconditional love
and you come to Like Ugly,
the number Thirteen,
utiltarians with hair replacements
because you are a Born Again Virgin
and it behooves you
to Jabberjaws In December, or April, July-whenever-wherever-Tasmania,
Translyvania, Brooklyn
with or without Sex Toys
because you epitomize Patience In Red
blushing to acceptance that
It Never Hurt So Good to be a Chip Off The Old Block
