Maybe not


I got a girl I don't want to see
she blinds me and leaves me muttering shit while
I wander down dirty alleyways looking for a place
to hide from my dick,

it's talking shit too, making me think of all those
times she gave in and gave it to me, bitching about
what a bad man I am for touching her that way,
in the car, in public, in the library, in the resturant,
on the front porch and hanging from the veranda,
I was always the bad man--what's that make her?

but my mind is stuck like a needle in a record groove,
skipping over and over and over again, "C'on baby, let
me lick that ass." and she'd slide to the floor and groan
"not just my ass."

and of course, I would.

but it's been a few years since those mad days spent
hiding from the sun and eating in bites between fucks
in the darkness of our shamelessness,
maybe I wouldn't survive it again, maybe it would suck
my soul dry for the last time and leave me an empty husk
for the paramedics to find,

maybe, but then, maybe not.

J. Masuda (c) 2005
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