SS&S
by Tim Meloni

Ponder ponder, if you can
The mystic aura of the man.
The hardened edges heaven sent
Wafted over by manly scent.
With fluid fluxions flowing free
On hardened abs sweat drops bead...
The Knight of the night walks alone
Cruising where daring acts are prone



Dripping drops rain down by night
Upon the streets neath neon lights
A man walks by, stares straight ahead
Another stands, shrugs his head.
Their eyes meet not, but symbols speak
Their souls fly flags meant to be seen
The hankey's signal honored by all
Emits a shrieking, silent call
Of fists and chains and manly things:
The pain of slaves and lust of kings

The hankeys drawn, a match? a match?
A left and right pocket confirm this catch.
The left pocket kneels in initiation
While the right pocket rises with anticipation
The gauntlet thrown, the duel begins
But predetermined is he who wins..

They step into the arena, a bleak alleyway
And prepare to joust and joust away
The dredful din of violence latent
Precedes the gush of pride expent
The flying of sparks with terrible clang
Of lance upon shield; of Prince Albert upon Ampallang.

The essence spills, but blood remains.
This essence has a name:
Semen, Sweat and Smegma.