My woman do not understand
the need for so much
solitude in my life

Cause there are things my woman do never see.

My woman take no interest in the plexities of strife
or the unexpected elations among wings
that do occur from time to rhyme

Cause my woman is like that.

My woman take no pride in the starships that
come parking upstairs

Or in the breathing spaces
that do naturally appear
after each unloading
(though sometimes it can take a while) .

My woman, you see,
want everything
ubbidy-dubbidy –


This is the crux.

Yous and mes and mes and yous
Messing up my plexities,
Always giving me


My woman is
My woman is
My woman.