Sunday, January 4, 2009

long island new years 2009

Furniture

There’s this girl
I don’t really know.
But I want
Really bad.
And as I was
Helping my mother
Pick out a couch
In the furniture super store,
I imagined
what it would be like
to fuck that girl
on every couch
in the store.
I was fucking her on
Love seats,
Kissing her hips
On leather sofas,
Pressing against her tits
In over a hundred living rooms.

I saw her come out of
50 different bedrooms,
and strip for me-
while I relaxed on
a blue couch,
a red one,
and a recliner
made with tweed.
She crawled slowly toward me
Over oval glass coffee tables,
and rectangular ones too.
We even ended up on the floor.
My mother-
Hated every shade and texture she saw
We left without
Any couches.




DTF

You bet
I am.

She says,
“What do you do if a bitch sends you a text that says R U DTF?”
I tell her with my eyes.
They fill her in-
“I wreck hearts and fuck brains out.”
She left shortly after that-
I thought it was her ice breaker-

I can wait-
I’ve got peace and quiet.
but
I need to feel her like pain.
I need to feel her like breath.
I need to feel her like vice grip.
2:30am
No calls & more knots-
In my back.

How many hours do you spend a week
waiting for good things
to fall
into your lap,
or ring loud
on the telephone?

enough.

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