Stiffie

Jump hard into playing that game milady
Night is a samovar & you are sucking
this life out of me. Stars are burnt (diamonds
as a form of coal); the alien life form
tokes up on the gems in your eye sockets
Down at the harbor's last available wharf
the ropes are knotted with pithy remarks
the cold sea water is a metaphor
spawning this big fish; not Moby Dick
of course. You are still in court,
your briefs filed, your slim tush on its throne.
The vinegar flush mixes with smoke
from your past. Is there an alien taking
my desire? Is there an obvious joke
in the ever present stiffie? Sad fire,
extending through the timezone.

1/2005

I thought this sounded famliar and I discover that I put this on the blog last September under the title "Bad Faith." This version is shorter and more pointed and doesn't use the crudism for vagina the other one does. I think I like it much better. I know these things are small, subtle even, but the wind is sometimes a breeze.