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Friday Diversions: True and Complete Romance |
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“Wow. Do you ever write about sex?”
“Often.” I replied
“Does anyone ever get enough sex?” she asks
“The spring in me is very tight. Nothing else will do except gigantic fucking or sucking”
“Are you speaking poetry to me now?”
from “Ray” by B. Hannah
True and Complete Romance
Like any strong willed grandfather, sing your praise song loud
Caressing our sex parts individually
then slither into that cunt
My emotional self, my hole plug- does she want one or the two? Tame
I listen to her trombone, the slide
and look up at Billy Josephine
Rubbing my hair straight and baking some bird
simple rhymes by adding lines
Boyscout Hand to the Lord and Saviour,
put my head to her milky crack
I come from one and damn it I can go back
Do you want round 2, 3? Just the member?
I don’t recognize it- non of my body is even mine anymore
Golden slippers to hide her feet
I need her feet and those toes
Maybe it is my mental condition
but Love with a woman is impossible
whether on a trailer table or a rich altar
Do you want to have sex with me? Yes and No
I want to coddle your tits for a bit
My second term paper, unfinished, was about females
Like Freud I threw up my hands
All it ever does is make me sleepy
Sometimes it’s just better to think of your friends
Like ole’ James Hooch
His poems made mine look like crap
