Monday, June 1, 2009

FUCKER

you came as this beautiful
young stripper who could charge
anything for your favors
but all you charged me was love
coming through looping labrynthine
paths to the dusky room where i stayed
straying in and coming out of your clothes
planting your hands on me
me planting my hands on you
those hips,
sucking the life from you
until your head arched back and you shot
out salty goodness
good like the first waters of
the new earth
from whence all life came



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when next you came as a heavy
silly man
in multi colored glasses,
shambling,
a mess,
i hardly knew you
but for the taste of your cock
and i slithered over it
again and again
let myself be pinned
under the bigness of your body
till we were caught in your room
like birds in a thicket
like foxes in a hen house
by your laughing friends

you started in shock
but i caressed your balding head
and your furry ass
and said
peace,
be still

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the last time you were this thug
ass motherfucker whose daddy lived downstairs
in the other apartment
of our designer crackhouse
and though you were younger
you were bigger
big like a mountain
colored like lemon and the sun
like the sour lemony taste between your
thighs
like the tang and scent in my nose
and as we went at it
i said lie close
so close to the floor
there's a glass wall they can see through...

there is always a glass wall
they see through

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