Two's Company three's a crowd

OUR living room Hues
Come a'fore my blues
and is all I is
as aye do see anew one
with his new one
Too
a' laughing m'self
and he does
cross my path
with 'is own perfect kissing ass
as a' odd as the one the I'ze a see
each year
in the eyes I'ze a name
in my kissing love
I'ze a perfected for your perfect ass
I'ze a court four years
'Fore I sees him there
a laughing too
at me

Whats a' matter width you?
I'ze a wise be widen two more feet
and our eyes not ever had meet
and catch you a'shoe
with that ole wretch

I'ze a still not over the joke I saw
on the mirrored wall when we met
to know a truth of you walking past

If it's beauty in the eyes you behold
had drawn you a pause
as you passed
your date ain't looking as well
as the ass in my mirrored living space

An he went back a' sleep
A look for something else 'imself
Less a picture
of the passer
a' draw a damper
on 'is laughter

An a' started a' thoughtfully
constructing a device a' travel the
world
an a' explore its' properties
in a matter
fitted 'is imagination
for a new greener grass
an a more
perfect ass
round some corner
he'd not ever been around
ever in 'is past

An' a li'l ole house fly over there
eats a whole lot less and cheaper
than
I
can a' get up an' a fly
find food an' a bed
a place for 'is head
ere an there
where he necessarily is
where he be

And he
the fly
he never goes no where
but never goes no where

What ever ere beauty he beholds
in the house he shares
he sure don't see any passer laughing
cause a sore
troubled reflection
a' draw him fuel a visit
someother place
he dont already know from 'is past
reflection
an a' trouble his sores

A good taste
beheld
of the foul-leaned palate
can save a foul learned followed sore in the eye

An I just feel I got a move a' long
find some much ado
of a' world long wind
I'ze a' learned
of m' eyes colliding
an a' intersect a passing stranger's song


An then a' picked up 'is misses
and a' what ever he passed up
and a' misses
hailed a cab
and the two went out
for a play an' a'rectifying discourse
for the yearning palate

Was a while a'fore he looked again
in 'is mirror

AN 'AD LAUGHED

Marvin Eli Kirsh