Need to write like a sizzling hot almost
pornographic tryst of the time, 'twas
my birthday, and I sat in a rundown trailer
and had ten girls visit me
all in one night and they had no idea
I had turned forty-nine
just that day.
They all brought gifts,
got me high and
it seemed scheduled
I think
by my favorite drug dealer
who I had bought with
my dependency
in a year a house and a shiny BMW,
every one of them gorgeous naked
in the shine of the lighter's spark
like birthday candles
from heaven
Pam was the last an exotic from
Panama
held me  until morning
like a woman does
writhing