What would I be
I on my first day
I on my last

I as a priest last night
Torn between silver & golden lights

By the rest of my life
I swear
some laughter
few high notes
and
my moral training
sunk in soap water
I would search my woman
rely on chance
play the dice
and be the lover
uncaring

Come stab me in the
center of my plexus if you will so much
But let there be no despair in your eyes
and
Do it if only you can laugh & sing & love

If you can't
Then allow me to
Be a entertainer
and bring in laughter
And a song
And cinema
And a lover
Capturing your plexus
and stabbing it with joy
and freedom