gullible's travels

and I'd awake to find they'd
pinned me down again
a little harmless meandering
and an entire town
turned on me in my sleep

we had become friends
realizing that size had nothing
to do with it,
I agreed to watch where I was stepping
they swore on a stack
of bibles to never
be underfoot

everything was ok until I banged Sally
last nite

the entire Court of Lilliput was smitten

my apologies to the little people

you were either underfoot
or too close to the action

blowjobs and perfect legs

the fedoras and the jons spawned another
and I felt the
legs want to wrap around me

but she only screams
with the promise of renumeration
and they
only tame when there's a cut

and the jons don't care either way
just afford the pleasure, feel around
for oohs and ahs

and maybe the emotion not obvious
debased by some caustic agent
eating out fiber
the absence a violation
not commentary not rhetoric

and I write like Monet paints
but with no garden
no palette, no definition of art

where perfect legs
bend easily at the knee from a distance
and I am not the ho

just another prick

"like the red light district here" Paul says
and I remember thinking fuck he must've
been standing completely erect when that came off
the top of his head

but this goes with the anatomy
always upright and visible
looking for an opportunity
to stab a ho one more time
before the better-half arrives

the stag was a failure
the analysts saw it coming

the tuxedo rentals and mirrored balls
didn't change a thing

and the old tin cans banging and popping behind the exhaust
the last known signs of glitz before the big do

was officially

over

on gas and newer vehicles

a Challenger dies
on the side of the highway
there's a hole
where the gas cap
used to be,
mechanics insist
at the root of problem
is a hairline crack not easily detectable
by the untrained eye
the loose threading a sure indicator
of poor design

the makers on the other hand
allude to the possibility that
the flaw may be more human,
thinking that the disposition
could've easily occured while
topping-off the wiper fluid and keeping
the coolant in check

on the cold and narrow shoulder
there's no room to test the morbid logic
of pseudointellects or scholarly design
the process of engaging is a loose
foot-stomp countered by a feely grope
for anything with teeth and as long as
the engine turns over and the sock
doesn't fall out

theory atomized

in the first jolt of smoke

the tools for everything else ...f*

today's horoscope said
a quest for raging passion
could easily drown
the rational man

still the scales tip in a warm southerly hemisphere
and seemingly harmless peri-oral sensors
slither down abs
unbutton i's

naked I paddle through a
kluge in the drawers of
a sophisticated organizer

looking for the little rubber
hats but considering the possibility
that after the leg razor, nail
file and sewing needle pricks

the stars

could be correct