Probably,
probably, maybe,
probably depends on the poem,
but I think it’s okay to finish reading something
with at least some thought towards
fucking the writer’s brains out. To put it as romantically
as I can.
Some people just do me like that,
and I’m left to imagine short gasps and steady bursts
of the small laughter that only cowards fear
because trust me there’s all sorts of ways to have a good time.
Especially if they just happen to also have an amazing knack
for stark stanzas and compulsory style,
and I’ve been lucky to chase and be chased
by a couple of women like that. I’ve never been charming,
but I’ve been the kind of trouble a writer likes to imagine
when they’re hoping for the ideal array of whiskey sours
and getting pounded from behind on both of the beds
in your motel room because why not. The other one’s just going
to waste as a placeholder for damaged shirts and handcuffs
and if she brought the strap-on,
buddy,
it’s going to be one of the best nights of your life.
Chasing a woman who keeps the blood under her fingernails
because you just never know when someone’s going to feed
the hardhearted spiritual black comedy heroine’s kitty
has ended badly for me
every
single
time, baby,
and I wouldn’t trade it for anything,
but I’m also glad I’ve moved on
from falling in lust and occasionally halfway to partway to something along the lines of love,
and I think that’s a young person’s game anyway.
Or at least someone who can still take a Greyhound beating
and stay awake past 9 p.m.
For everyone’s sake,
but mostly because I would start to get on your nerves
by the 2nd or 3rd dawn of more of the orgasmic, frenetic same,
I’m glad I’m not the kind of guy who gets it bad for you.
My liver and dignity are also very pleased to see me
keep the restless energy panting and all desperate longing
to the limits of my imagination.
The cum or blood tributes,
or both at the same time
if you were raised wholesale in childhood
by Nick at Nite, Tom Petty albums,
and Francis Ford Coppola’s Dracula,
will have to stay in the theoretical,
the metaphorical,
and other magical realms
where I don’t have to do
any heavy lifting.