The Road to Help

David Lehman

A thong of beauty is a joy forever.
The panty's over; it's time to call it a lay.
The shadow of the come of pleasure
and naked singles of the world
are here, under the bush, with her hair.
For Hamlet and Lear are queer.

Myself am help. Shall I part my bare behind?
God bless the grind! I shall walk softly there.
The paths of Laurie lead but to the grove
of coral babes and amber studs
with black belts in the marital arts.
Of his boners are coral made.

"Dope" is the thing with feathers.
The love of monkey is the root of all evil.
Was she a virgin or a waking dream?
"Deaf," was all he answered.
'Tis better to seek, to find, and now to yield
than never to have lust at all.