Auburn Alice

I created a mess in the house and in my life
and I was too tired and sore to clean up either one

When the girl with the gold leaf around her neck and hair of red hot fire
resumed the duplication of beer labels in white chalk and damp beer towel
on a wall-hung slate in the corner of the bar
I thought there must be a solar alignment from afar
taking shape on this moist late spring eve
Soon to spasm into a sticky summer disgrace
Now that could serve to explain
Why Alice was there at that exact time
And in my eyes and in that place

Her companions' grey pallor
with grey washable clothes that had been so
so many times
her parents I presume
Genetics are telling
Alice must have been adopted

Her hair was not on fire like Old Golden-Leaf's
Her's was of an inner sun glow that broke all natural laws of perception
Her's was the colour I imagined my mothers had been
in the black and white photos of her bathing beauty youth 

Oedipus!
It's fine to love your mom

In any special way

Her parents (that's Alice's)

We're so lovely and polite

I felt I had known them maybe in another life
Not so for Alice...

She was delightful and Rubenesque and I fell instantly in lust with her
As she was playing, twirling her shocking locks of hair
her finger gently penetrating soft curls
A grown cherub
More Cupid than aware

She leaves too soon and I stop her to say

"Mother of Mary"

That hair of yours that so glowed

It bedazzled and stole the show
It took the iris from my eye
And the seminal seed that churns nearby 

But there's nothing reflected in your eyes
Thee sky has folded upon the seas

Just take my heart dear Auburn Alice
And have your way with me