Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

when i tango in my mind
it is with simone
there can be no other

i would chuck all this goofy poetry shit
for just one tango with simone
and still come out ahead of the game

the moon, some cognac, and a bandoneon
with this triumvirate anything can happen
i want simone so bad i will stoop to whatever

this is tricky business
a lot is riding on what i may or may not do
it is a conundrum that has bested me before

not to worry mon ami
all portents are favorable
ask magic eight ball for corroboration

thank god for the magic eight ball
an oracle profound, reasonably priced
user friendly - a child could do it !

tonight, we tango
tomorrow, anything is possible
yesterday doesn't matter within the context of this poem

I love the now!

I mean why not?

I love the now that was now then too.

I mean, why not?

Every woman must have a name

When I tango she is Anne or Sylvia

In the context of your poem

I am tango upped in blue