I'm lying in bed with my hand
on my cock thinking about love;
and that girl,
the one I saw at the theatre.
bet her hair reeked of it.
It's 8:30 in the morning
hard-hat steel toe painted pants and shirt.
two fourteen-year-old girls
giggle back seat bus brace-face a-cup training bras.
I want to fuck them and eat their pussies,
I've been wearing my leather
jacket a lot lately;
and think about that girl I saw at
the theatre, and
her fuck-me-bleached-orange hair.
her bloodshot eyes
I bet you only smile when you cry.
We don't need drugs anymore,
let's meet behind Science World
and smoke half a cigarette.
we could do something banal
Perhaps we'd have sex;
but I wouldn't ever let you cum.