Ode to Lepanto 2

Ode to Lepanto
darling in those pants though
the story told
Don Juan of some governance
and his guns
tall ships off the coastline flying
Spanish color

some formative beardless poet
wet your whistle, little pistol
in vernacular gusto
leave the fluffers in the pornos
my tool is a tongue of
messy metaphors
formed in college corridors
I learned how to listen to
get what I wanted
tickling the tip of my pen with
your smile

look yonder long at the distant
sea battle engorged
the sinking ships
and cannons gusto
leave the bad sex in the pornos
the story told
the path into those pants
ode to Lepanto.

TA