no reaction
at the division
of motor vehicles
facing the dead
crowd
waiting
inevitably
til the end of time
like
a doctors appointment
and
to pick up
a swindling 69 dollar and 50
cent slip
verifying
validity
of ownership
(for one more year)
of my trusty thrusting
‘shack-on-wheels’
otherwise known as
my ’97 green ford full conversion van
I
am
as fidgety as
any
body
with a horrible hemorrhoidal itch
problem
like
everybody else in this
clipjoint
yet
no one
is that friendly and
I forgot
a good buk or a good brautigan
or even
a good bad book of my own poetry
to pass time
but
there is always
something important
to do to
perhaps
pull
a spark of life
back
into this
graveyard congregation
I snatched
my middle-finger-sized
pinkish vibrator
otherwise known as
‘the original pocket rocket’
from my backpack
and
2 fresh double A’s
and replaced the dead ones
I twisted the barrel
on and
it humMmed
outLOUD
now
people looked over
some
from the corners of their eyes
I could see
some of them
from the corners of my eyes
the tip of my nose
quivered as I rolled
the miniature stimulator along I
smelled it
it smelled
like me
like the night
before
and then
I plunged
the tip of my tongue against
the tip
of the portable
device
driving
it into my mouth
inside my face
cavity
like a hungry hard-0n
my cheeks
throbbin’ like
a well fucked cunt
my teeth
poundin’
xylophone
tones
o
god
they
finally
called
my name
I turned the good vibes off
just when
I turned myself on and
I paid
picked up the slip
looked at the yearly $69 and 50 cent renewal and
all around
still
there was
no
reaction
anywhere
broken bulb
christ almighty
the lit
bulb
in my desklamp
blew out
all over my desk
there is one big
bulbchunk
that’s recognizable as
a lightbulb
still
or
as the rounded bottom
section of the lightbulb
rockin
to and fro
like
my head if i untwisted
my head
off
right now like
ummm
an unbroken
lightbulb from
it's socket and
laid it
on the desk and
slapped it
silly
now
the top
near where
you plug the bulb
into the lamphole
is scattered
everywhichwhere on
the desk
like well like
s c at t e r ' d
parts
before this say about a 1/2 hour
before
this this
oct mischief night
2001 big
round moon #2
full
of terrorists
on the darkest
side
and through the nicotine-
goo’d window
I hooked
stereo speaker wires
to the back
of the stereo system so
I can blast
enigma
back
at that #2 moon and
bin laden followers ooooooooo I
am
buzzed
good
so
I began the cleanup
first the big ragged lightbulb chunk
but
problems
started with
the scatterings
for
all I know
the vacuum
cleaner could be at the cleaners so
I took the trash can
lipped it against
the desk
edge
brushed
the flecks of frosty glass speckticles
across the desk
and they
practically dropped like well
particle
drops…
what else..?
(burp)
anyways
now
the side of the palm
of my right hand
is beginning to
bleed
blood
and now along
with
the
flecks of little frosty specks there’s
tiny red spit-speck stains
of blood
all over my keyboard
a s d f g y u I o crimson p plus
most of the
rest
I didn’t do
something
right
puff
this hair
(1st published in thundersandwich)
I phone mark:
"I have a dentists
appointment
today and I need
a ride."
"what's the matter
with your van?"
"I don't
want to drive I
am pissed
off."
"whatta bout?"
"it has all come
down to
necessity and
insanity."
"what has?"
"well, days ago
when I was with
you you
refused
to shave your balls and
now I have
this hair
this hair
stuck like a root
between the bottom
two front
teeth and
it mostly sticks out
like a prickly
pine needle
from in back
toward the under-
part of
my tongue my tongue
can't pry
it loose no
matter
whichway I
flick it and
I am
fanatical!"
"have you tried
dental floss?"
"the dental floss
holder
is empty but
I did try
sewing thread
sawing
back and forth
up and down
infront inback and
in between and
it still won't
budge."
"whatta bout
brushing?"
"I have ---
over and over and
over with
a tooth brush called
reach
and it didn't ---
fuck!"
"o o.k., I'll be right
over."
I pulled a long
strand
of hair from the side
of my head
slid it in the
slit between the
bottom middle teeth
tugged back and forth and
nothing moved
so I trid the tip
of a nail
file
scratched scraped and
stabbed myself
in the gum
dammit
I
held my mouth
in my hands
gurgle'd bloody
obscene sounds and
I threw the nail file
into the toilet.
I rinsed my mouth
with lukewarm
water
jutted my bottom
jaw forward
looked into the mirror
and and and
that hair was
still stuck
still.
mark was here
lickity split
laffin
down the hall-
way all the
way to the
bathroom.
"man, mark I am
sick of dickin'
with this pube hair
and I ain't ever again
suckin your balls
unless you
shave
em first!"
"I brought
my electric tooth
brush, try this and.
haHahahaHAhaha
.I'll see what
else I can
find."
"fuck you!" and
he walked off
to someplace else
I switched it on watched
myself in the mirror
the brush
buzz'd and whirr'd
around
I looked and
the pube
still stuck out
to the front
like like like
A BUSH!
mark was back and
wouldn't stop
laffing.
"stop being
a dickhead what
do I do
now?"
"let me
operate."
he squeezed
lifted my chin til
my mouth opened
wide
inside his palm and
he looked in
close
he
picked and clicked and pricked
in between the bottom teeth
I rolled my eyes
at the ceiling
finally
he snatch'd
that little pubic hair
with a pair
of tweezers
I kiss'd him.
he planted one
back-
on the nose and
tossed the culprit
down the toilet.
"hey, that was
kind of arousing." he
said, ".let's
go to bed."
and I said.
"well, cancel the
dentists appointment
first."
we all sucked
(1st published in thundersandwich)
anyway
many men
regard me as
cock ring
checker and/or tester
the faggot
man - who
by the way
operates
both ways - sat
next
to me
back seat
70's mustang while
his ‘boy’ friend
joy rode us round
town and my
gurlfriend
took
front passenger
side
he opened
a small poly
bag the bag
decked out
hand gun
silhouette the silhouette
on front
was a front
for items
kept
secret
I peeked over as he
pulled out
3 cock rings
assorted
sizes/colors
leather
and
he told me he
never
wore one
and didn't have
the know how
about how to
attach
any of the things to his
thing
I told him he had to
stuff all of his stuff
inside the ring while
his dick
was soft
the lane was closed
at the next
intersection
and we stayed
the driver
turned around
leaned
on the back
of the front seat
looked
at the rings
winked at his friend his friend
winked at him we all
winked
blinked at one other and
then
he told him
they were too
small
he tossed them
to me
jutted
his hips
forward
unzipped his
denim and
he pulled my
hand that held
the smallest
cockring
straight down into
the opening and
I didn't
resist
I squished
his balls and
lifeless dick
inside my palm and
I tried to pack
it all into
the undersized neon blue nickel plated ring
and
when allthat
didn't fit I
tried the next
size but
by then
he was aroused and
he moved
close
his breath
creaming
along my neck like
his dick and
he whispered:
forget that....
jezus...man…
I said… I
can’t maneuver this
thing unless you
keep your
dick
limp…
he couldn’t
do it the driver couldn’t
either and along
with my friend on
the front passenger side
we
all
sucked
know
wonder
