I Thought It Was Over

poem whore

wee hooks

we took

shiny words with

strange edges

and

spiny birds

on

sharp sedges

and

we threw them against a wall

and we slithered to the pile

and slathered on the bile

while we licked at the ...gloms

that stuck together

in int er est ing

patterns

and we called it poetry

he and i

we stuck together with some strange

adhesive

goo

and he shoved his

crooked

dick

in every space he could find

and didn't wait for

oh the refined lubricants

and he shoved his dick in any space he could find

the back of a knee

in between thighs

(the in ter est ing sighs)

and hard

hard

hard

heartened i was

suddenly

inside me

it buzzed

rippled like fingers on dry rubber

and we called it romance

hey whatever

its

your dime