I wear the chains
I forged in life.
You see me here,
with the straw
and the leash.
I have the gall
to fall in love with
you. Tentatively,
you reach out a
hand and touch me
there. I smile
like a spado.
You rethink the
meanings of love.
Nobody's perfect.
Come a little closer.
Your breath is
hot, unclean,
and so human.
I chance it.
It's been a long time.
You roll around
in seeming delight.
We are what we seem.
Resole Malley, a Trappist Monk, was raised by wolves. He has Canadian blood, which, unlike Canadian Bacon, doesn't stay fresh if left out. He has rambled around some, mostly from the bed to the bathroom, and once saw Prince in the Los Angeles airport. He also dated Vanity's sister, but has no claims to ethnic insider information. He published a novel once that some people liked. He also claims to have written “Islands in the Stream.” His wife tells him which shirt goes with which pants.
