XVIII

here's bitter, biting frustration:

Sept. 29
A Love Poem

it spans the world over
boys don't grow up
take near whatever
can get cheap
stomp out strings-attached

them boys that go for
boys -call me pretty
beautiful cute
them boys that go for
tail -look the other way
her starved torso
them boys that (may) go for
me -far away &/or impossible
to rationalize

say you got three girls
at your cal
say I'm anything you like
just not one of
them girls panting waiting for
any cool-eyed Y-chromosome
without a conscience
them girls immodest bowing to
the honor of sucking your
ungrateful dick
them girls desperately resigning to
following you in your unkempt
habits & taste
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today:

Oct. 8
adorable

heels click
vacant cynicism melts
to shouting streets
& blank rain checks

unexpected turn for
giddy fingertips
smiling staircase

mindless unapologetic
wanders
rain falls gentle
nonviolent coughs

teeth gleam 'neath
dark void of hair
eyes sparkle
-that sweet delicate
glow burns painless

an inside joke
everyone knows