every part of you
should taste
of it
Tag: Men
hiroshima
i’ve never met
a relationship that
i was incapable of
utterly destroying
trees bent backwards
from the epicenter of the blast
scorched earth salted
in the wake
of my walk-away
spiked heels
he had been loudly staring at me
over his new york times
magazine section
for the duration
of the train ride
his trench coat was wet
so was i
that night
i would have remained seated
until the rockaways
to keep looking into his victor mature eyes
overcome with a case of
girl, you damn well know better
i ran through the doors
just before they closed
at the next stop
on the blue line
he stood against the glass
looking beautiful
betrayed
as i held fast to the thought
i have a friend close by
on utica avenue
who always wants to go for a drink
after a day of war
and she
never
gets me pregnant
last night i fell asleep
reading on the couch
waking at 1 a.m. to find the television on
the screen displayed a commercial
featuring a woman applying makeup in a mirror
explaining to her bumbling husband
who was showering
(and illiterate for the purpose of this advertisement)
that he was washing his face with
her ph balanced summer’s eve feminine wash
she said if it was gentle enough for his face
it was gentle enough for her “V”
yes, you read that correctly
she actually referred to her vagina as
the letter “V”
i take issue with douchepeddlers
who are afraid to use the word vagina
but more than this
i take issue with the false dynamics necessary
to convince a woman
she needs to purchase a special soap
to wash her mysterious nether regions
it requires making a vaginal soap that reads
“External Use Only” on the bottle
what a mixed message
it requires a marketing campaign
creating the fear that your vagina
will smell like swamp snatch if you get caught using ordinary soaps or washes
it requires consumerism as disease
lurking within your female genitalia
it requires willing suspension of disbelief
and forgetting that women
somehow managed to wash their crotches
before 2008
and their is no male equivalent
for a man’s penis and testicles
the shelves are all together devoid
of axe brand cock n’ ball wash
because men are less gullible consumers
remember that
the soap
the marketing
the fear
the dichotomy
the disease
the next time your unwashed anxieties
dictate you spend
another
$7.98
modern love
no
i
will
not
send
you
a
photo
of
my
tits
for john
he sits back all kerouac
with the holy city rising behind him
he is
the embodiment
of everything a lesser poet ever wanted to say
but wasn’t brave enough to write
he is
my america
he is
the way a man should wear a hat
he is
beautiful
american man
i need a man
with a james dean lean
jimmy stewart’s laugh
hunter s. thompson’s politics
jack kerouac’s heart
and victor mature’s face
i need a man with
clark gable’s smile
frank sinatra’s voice
al pacino’s temper
jd salinger’s typewriter
and fred astaire’s grace
i need a man who
fights like jersey
works like texas
thinks like california
but his drinking
and fucking
should be pure kentucky