Friday, June 17, 2005

Hey, look!
I have a book of some of my slutty poetry, for sale!

With poems like this (partial view):


my mother asked you about your trip to Germany
while I sucked you off my bedroom door half-open

I got lost on the way back to your house
too many similar trees

I left you at the airport because I forgot you were
coming I was in bed with someone new

you had no underarm hair and your sweat
tasted like ivy you were pale I touched
each of your ribs with my palms
crawling upward

you tried to shave my legs in the shower
and ended up cutting yourself

You made me come in the middle of a field
I shrieked when the fireflies flew into my hair
you said shut up ...

1 comment:

Greg said...

Damn, you lost me after the first 2 lines. My bad.