My Wife (for "Bokvres")

"It's good to get away..."
Into this sea of seething sex,
Red hot Czechs...
But I really miss my wife.

"I'm going to have a jôl..."
Trying to fuck these fantasy femmes,
Dobre dens...
But I really miss my wife.

"Prague women are so cool..."
Erotic mincing in micro minis,
Fur bikinis...
But I really miss my wife.

"It's so easy to get laid..."
Worshipping tits and tweaking twats,
Body shots...
But I really miss my wife.

"I'll be coming round the mountain..."
Suck and caress a creamy clit,
Give a shit?...
But I really miss my wife.

But let's face it.
This is all bullshit, a dream, it does not exist.
It is non-reality, forgoing all pretension toward significance,
inspiration, complexity and profundity.
There is only one reality.

I honestly and truly love and miss my wife.

  Morose ramblings - written 9 months after my marriage and just over a month after
  relocating to Europe from South Africa, where my wife remained.
  December 8, 1995
  Prague, Czech Republic.