Existence is a marvelous trap, and you know it,
In the back of the back of the line, feeling vaguely unsure.
Gosh, you think, I could really throw back a few,
When someone steals you by the arm and says, Sir,
You haven’t paid for your ticket, is that true?
And you wonder, for a moment, is that true?
And in the next moment she appears at your side, her,
Like rain on the perfect day for rain, after making love,
And you are both escorted to the double doors now, quietly, and you shove.
Nathan Woods, editor/overlord