Long to know

Experimental poem with vertical line

Long to know



which hidden door to enter-which one is safe while i

hunt for the comfort of hairy arms and beer—i do

wish he’d just hand me my drink and not

bunt it down the bar—someone has to know

more about that boy in blue—but i think i love your

teeth in the black light and the hump ump thump of the bass—a name

tore through the bar but only heard the feet shuffling —i

seethe in frustration—perspiration—gyration then just

freak when he slides past—sweat mingles—does he want

gin—something stronger like paisley rippled poppers to

seek that moment—that throbbing repose—how i want to know

thin seconds tumescent minutes hours alone with your

glim exposed to heaven—my hands caressing your hips