ROUGH TRADE
on a monday morning
ur flap of sweater looks like foreskin
or some sort of frilled lizard
unmolested by genius
at least u work hard
ur fav quote being stand for something
or fall for anything
& when u continue
saying those nasty things
i clamp my hands over my ears
like chanel #3’s earmuffs
or prince’s third eye
trying to recall
the newness of our sexual joy
but all i can conjure
passes me like a spirit
surely the look on its face
is a cry for help
LUCK OF THE DRAW
impressing all w/ ur satchel
u activate me like
hyacinth breathing life into apollo
i crawl up between ur legs
slowly unzip ur fly
that fateful day
encasing me in ur imagination
