an unrehearsed universe

Mere Mammals

On this side the reverse
pushed headfirst into walls
when you lift up your skirts
display shapely hairy thighs

A man alone an island
where rich ones alight
for mimosas and massages
and the requisite happy ending

Spy with our little eyes
cunt-hungry fame whores
big boys dream of sugar daddies
checkbooks and cock-rings

All the best mommy can buy

On that side the obverse
kept alive in battlefield triage
blood loss no longer a death sentence
in an age of artificial aids

Biological imperative
as coping mechanism
and misery below the suicide line
a survival strategy

Where else could
giving up giving in
selling out moving on
seduce