Under the house

He goes

To where the sand

Is fine like the desert

And cold with an unliving smell

That coats the skin

Of the 13 year old

As he makes his way

On elbows and belly

Past the skeleton

Possum - cat?

Is it still here? -

What killed that?

Past the pipes

Calcified and dripping moisture

To the corner

Where lies his stash

He lights a candle

Picks his favorite mag

And while reading the story

Of the guy with the bull sized member

Having women - having lustful sex

Beats himself with a frenzy

Cuming all over his dusty belly

And for a minute

Wonderingly plays in it

Before guiltily making the crawl back

CALDER WOLFE