Thursday, July 30, 2009

On Leaving Denny VI (1995)

There's all this flesh and it wants touching
She wants me and she who just walked by,
She looked at me too, two girls at once,
A leather chick, a strait laced marm, an older babe -
I've got this body once, it wants to share

And yet, with all of this desire comes a
Feeling in my gut, of drinking down a cup of
Warmest dirty water, which is filled right up
Again, don't want no more, push it away, there's
Ashes in there, ashes and tiny little bones

But the curve of all those unimagined breasts and
the length of all those lengthy leggy legs, without
love, without disgust, it's so much easier that way
It's so much easier that way

It's noon and it's warm
And the breasts they plaster onto buses selling lingerie
Just make me mad
But they also make me think of you
And her, and her, and her, and her
And her, and her, and her, and then
I'm mad again
And, then again, it's just a bus with breasts

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