Real Love, Burns

I can't write haikus
like I used to
but if wrote anything
that God would bless
it would be ha choo
I write on toilet paper
because nobody wants to read that shit
and I wipe my ass with newspapers
because I've lost all faith in journalists
casual affairs bring no noble heirs
intercourse is for survival
but love is succulent and sublime
you eagerly hope for it's arrival
the weak and the weary have not the virtue
of patience
they speak so endearing but they are not
worthy of waiting
my personal view is never do
anything casual
if you write, write like you're in battle
if you speak, speak as if you burn
and if you love,
love like a hand over a candle,
love like you never learned
cattle are casual
real lovers are wolves
affairs are wounded waves
real love is the mayhem
that makes the ocean move