where the vent is just right blowing high 60s late 70s
(the crawl under your chest hair beats the best
blanket ive ever draped.)
crimpy fuzzy funky kinky
crumpled wavy convulated
looping ringlets
i can braid you as i please, please.
thank you for the one night stand.
your heart as my alarm beating every hour
just make sure it wakes me for yesterday's wet dream,
for tomorrow's maddening men who rest on your tongue
who are so fucking deafening, i could strangle their boisterous laughter with your braid. dirty maggot man.
thank you for shaving.
thank you for the light bulb lying in your esophagus
sticking so shallow, its beam as bright as your swallow.
burn it out for i am still dreaming lucid thoughts and rude awakenings.
my gelid bum is bare.
thank you for your hospitality.
now fuck off-
your rent's due.
