fourth encore

she twists my nipples in the dark.
i teller i dont like that. i say be gentle.
she forgets the next day.
this morning we woke up tangled nice.
one thing led to several others.
everything was going well, which is something, thankfully,
ive never had to worry about.
especially in the morning.
only thing i ever worry about is the neighbors.
i dont think about them ever except then.
they dont think about me, im sure, their dog shit still litters the lawn.
all a man wants to do is walk to his newspaper in the morning
and not have to worry about a treasure mound.
would it be so impossible to walk in the grass barefoot in america
on a sunday?
would it be so impossible to have the girl youre into
actually remember who shes with?
some of us are sensitive poets
some of us you only have to whisper to,
or look at a certain way
or smile correctly.
or when youre on the subway,
on your way to the cure show
at the hollywood bowl
in a car so packed that she has to sit and you hafta stand
she makes eye contact
parts her legs
a crack

subtley’s my sweet mistress.

twist the nips of yr schoolboys.
taste the lips of your man.