Mark

I saw the Tom Sawyer book after ages
and not the dead rat nor the white fence
nor the the dark cave stayed with me
but what stayed was becky's kiss
Becky Thatcher and I had read the kiss
again and again and again
and love was kiss and kiss was love
sex was a necessity like skit but love was kiss
and huckleberry thanks to an australian duplicate
walked deserts to find gospel singing whores
and sanfrancisco prostitutes with new lip sticks
and old kisses and a railroad that had survived the californian
gold rush as I remembered
a waste paper mart in Vile Parle where i let Nejha Go
i bought a brown organic authentic looking Tom Sawyer
and read the kiss and the trapezes act to impress the girl
and the sharing of gum on the Mississipi
and the sharing of cake in a cave and running after ghosts
and opening graves