Invertebrate Burn

Their eyes are snails
slow slime
down my body slide
eager spiders up climb
turn and bend
lift and spread
expose ripe insides to the gaze
firm and hard
stiff drink in hand
drops the dollars loose and easy
like they must think
I am…

(Want a dance
what brings you here
private room would you like
married
another scotch
come this way
oo, giggle, ha-ha
not like that
get your mind out of the sewer
besides
it’s ugly there
and smells nasty
not like these
not like this
you like
for forty more
oh, yeah
there you go, get it
wee, that was nice, so nice)

…and the spent prick limp
falls from my cunt
a lifeless slug
squeezed dead by the heat

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