New Carpet Jitters

for Toni, Welcome Back, Kotter-Style

You spurned my affections once,
now years later you come back into my life,
a carpeted sandy beach, hair-trigger,

waves as high as nature can jump.
The handcuffs of your titties
bounce up and down on my wrists.

What am I to do?
This silver dust
surrounds the songs,

and trees form their own government
around your panties.
Oh, the elastic, moan & groan,

oh, the elastic!
Why am I so weak?
The seagulls perform geometry on me

with the lines lost on you,
but, sure, I’ll take you back.
For being a man, I’m such a bitch.