Monday, December 17, 2012

Hind Tit


He came in sucking hind tit—

Again.

Last rung on the old sales totem pole

Was him,

But that was ok,

‘Cause hidden below

Those polyester sansabelts

And that zip on tie

Was a love machine of the New Order.

Affection deprived as a child,

A tender orphan, weaned too early,

He tried every way but loose

To make up for all those years.

And he was full of sweet ambrosia,

Honeycombed glucose oozed

From his half lit, full throttled

Moves and desires,

And the urgency circumferencing his need.

 

-jenn long

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