seeing when I
look
into your eyes
would be—the sight
of my own
staring back
at me
in wild surprise—after hotly
and tear-
fully insisting
that you please, for god's
sake—just once
and for all!
tell me—
the answer
to that veiled
and perpetual
to that veiled
and perpetual
riddle of old Joe
Strummer's—Should I
stay, or should
I go? Should
I? stay or
should I go?—as I
fall immediately
and completely
to pure pieces,
cracked-
open by the honed
warmth
and the blunt, un-
solicited
charity of
your answer—oh,
you poor
guy—didn't
anybody
ever tell you? Don't you
know?—you can
know?—you can
do both.
