a recent collaboration with someone i’d hope to dine with someday in valhalla.
Fly guy—bar fly with Roman nose and sake soaked tongue buzzing in my ear; shoo fly, don’t bother me.
like a sip instead of a gulp,
the spider is on the cliff of my knee,
it spreads no further with
its unshaven jowls scratching the walls
of my mind; i remember camel turkish royals,
hard pack, you thanking me after i sucked
begging me to stay when i said goodbye.
men just want a woman in their bed, any one will do.
and i like pooling alone, like a puddle of rain outside,
dreaming my chaotic dreams.
You’d followed me out to the parking lot
after my Karaoke set; ‘Rolling on the River’ was my best yet.
I let you feel me up, under the bra, under lights catching bugs,
while my hands worked overtime, pulling down your drawers.
and what wet dreams may come on the upper…
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