The Yank *****
shares my tent
yaks about the guys
she's had and how
and where
as if I care.
Ever read Sartre?
she says
all that existential stuff?
I say I have
just to get her
off my case.
We make our
own luck
she says.
I smoke
and study the tent
how the stained blue
looks cheap.
I wonder how often
it's been used
on these trips.
Did I tell you
of that guy
in Hamburg?
she says.
No I say
although she may.
Well he had this
big tool and I mean big
she yaps on
and spreads
her arms wide.
I said to him
you could fish
with that.
She laughs.
I smile picturing it
and did you?
I say.
Of course
she says
never turn down
a good seeing to.
The smoke drifts
from the cigarette
and floats about my head.
I wish Benny was here
and not her
wish it was him
lying there like her
completely bare.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
The Yank *****
shares my tent
yaks about the guys
she's had and how
and where
as if I care.
Ever read Sartre?
she says
all that existential stuff?
I say I have
just to get her
off my case.
We make our
own luck
she says.
I smoke
and study the tent
how the stained blue
looks cheap.
I wonder how often
it's been used
on these trips.
Did I tell you
of that guy
in Hamburg?
she says.
No I say
although she may.
Well he had this
big tool and I mean big
she yaps on
and spreads
her arms wide.
I said to him
you could fish
with that.
She laughs.
I smile picturing it
and did you?
I say.
Of course
she says
never turn down
a good seeing to.
The smoke drifts
from the cigarette
and floats about my head.
I wish Benny was here
and not her
wish it was him
lying there like her
completely bare.
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