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mandy and mitul, you both made the request that i post certain poems, so i will, though for the record, the link fo mischief is here.

Vice

I could get drunk off your love,
so why bother with drink?
Why bother with any earthly vice
when but a sample of your virtue is better?
Why waste my time on any drug
when I could just inhale you?
And I get dizzy thinking of you,
I go mad, and am in bliss in my lunacy.
Colours all seem brighter and
water is both clean and sweet,
and sleep will never come again,
for how to turn off this infatuated brain?
Why gamble away my petty money,
when I have wagered myself
(though I do hope it was not a risk at all)?
And though I am a glutton,
why waste my taste buds on food,
when I could be relishing you?
I am enamored with the road to Hell.
And if God should forgive me,
let priests beat me,
though I'll just pretend it's you.


then

and now that I'm a century older,
I lean back and remember
the days when I was seventeen,
and how clean it all seemed.
I think of how young we were,
how beautiful, before age took our skin,
and sickness took our eyes.
I think of how dark your hair was,
I try to recall the strength of my voice,
I can see it vaguely now,
but it's the memory of a dream.
I think now of all the things I should
have said,
and all the words that never came
are now clear before my eyes.
and what was once just bigness,
just a feeling,
is now a book of your virtues and vices,
a book that is some man's Bible - and
could have been mine.
I think of all the things I should
have wished for you,
but never did.
I am the damndest creature on the earth
because of all this hindsight;
for now I can see all the mistakes I made,
all the decisions that were wrong,
and all the things I wish I'd known
a century ago.