Chip Off the Old Block

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