Well Enough Alone

You aren't the only one 
who can make me come
Pussy pussy pussy
pusillanimous pussy willow
Pin bald wizard sleeves
Meat curtains 
and hot beef injections
Ode to one hand
Clapping against another 
makes a very wet sound
Slap her around she likes it
In private
On the privates tell me a story 
which ends in a hungry liplock
Half-given half-taken
Very noir
The dame might have talked a good game 
but she is
surprisingly tightlipped
Its all safe-cracking 
with sensitive weights and slide-locks and chambers
Or caches
A catch where it counts 
catch as catch can
I keep my ass clean enough
I wouldn't eat off it but 
I'm not adverse to butterscotch

The Other Time

Why lie? You would have gotten
the sex anyway
I mean I'm stunned
and Rich said of course he lied
it's what men do
Oh the damage!
We were already having sex
I didn't ask him to love me
but he told me he did
HE said it first
and I put 2 + 2 together
HE must really love me because
he waited until we were intimate and completely fused
and then
"I don't know if I'm still in love with you...
"People should WANT each other
not need NOT NEED each other"
OK. Lesson learned.

Whores' Quarters (Piss Pot to Play In)

It was the peeing!!

The ringing of piss stream frizzing into the bowl
(a bowl!)

it made her crazy the idea of body temp
(98.5) warm
splashing
stuttering all over
little beads of salts
& whatever soylent
solvent

It made her ill a bit
not enough
to vomit in her own mouth
but she had been practically unable to
use public bathrooms
up until just a few
months ago
& then
only
with the prodding of the
therapist

The O'Hara line came to her
—The singing of the sewer pipe!—

When you are in a poor neighborhood
You can always see
a poor persons shower products
bathroom
window with scum
& 8 to 15 bottles
of semi
used
horse
mane
herbal
wetlands
shampoo

Oxymoron Or Off

Blocked entrance

New maturity

Therapeutic abortion

Dressy Crocs

Miss Mary Mac

Miss Mary Mac mac mac
All dressed in black black black
Had silver buttons buttons buttons
All down her back back back
Eeenie meenie popsileeni
ooh walla walla meenie
exclamation liberation
I love you
Tooti fruit
Down down baby
down by the roller coaster
Sweet sweet baby
don't lemme go
Talkin to your boyfriend
Naughty naughty
Don't do the dishes
Lazy lazy
Jump out the window
Crazy crazy

Miss Mary Mac mac mac
She took an axe axe axe
And gave her mother mother mother
Fotry whacks whacks whacks
Eeenie meenie popsileeni
ooh walla walla meenie
exclamation liberation
I love you
Tooti fruit
When I ran out
they ran in
and this is the story
where I begin

Poor Traits of a Family

Mickey McGuire

The onion colored skin potato flesh and the story of the couple and the stacks
of Playboys
An office held in dust suspension and the piano and sheet music I never knew he
cared about

and a wasp nest
and the Ford Ranchero and the Filet'o'Fish
and the wee Winkies that would
come out and cause mischief
and a bronzed brougham and loads of hard-rubber combs and
keychains
and the soft-boiled egg and Yuban coffee
and the breath at the end of the day
and the rough beard on the cheeks which rasped me
and the mysterious bottle
shaped like a monkey
and black and white pictures of Mac in a suit standing with a roomful of
other stiff suits

I can't reconcile a depressed, and angry about it, let alone sober Irishman who
had some youthful
dreams of Hollywood or a music career
the satin and braid are faded on the flag
but a rich gold thread coils around each letter
Someone paid to make this banner a lifetime ago.
"Ask Mickey McGuire to Sing Your Favorite Song!"

Sept 15, 2010

Bougainvilleia

shocking with sharps and pink outbursts

from the flat handed palm

Huge outrigger paddles of green