HOLD WHAT FALLS

What falls from within your trees, my dear?
Yes, you there, sweet with snail crawling,
or is in resting, down your cheek.
the same soft spot where I pressed my lips...
whispered to ear that I loved you.
But now, it's strange a little.
Boys small and girls laugh at me
as they pass two by two.
And I - undecided about my feet.
Not sure I hadn't left them behind.
Dogs, gods, scraggly-haired mutts lifting
legs at the only erection
I've had in a month.
Worked so hard at it.
Even read old letters your mother
sent when we were in her closet
straddling the vacuum cleaner.
My roommate once said I ought to
but never did. And ever since,
it's been the same. Except when
you touched me, my love.
touched me as I sat blankly in the corner
of my mind, rolling rubber bands between hands.
Won't you stay some of your leaves with me?




ALL MALE MAID

The ceiling was strung with labia,
large breasts pinioned to the one wall.
Mediums hung from the left with two-sided tape.
Pulling contraceptives over their shaven heads,
men caress these appliques with sandpaper passion.
Ladies lay bisected along the floor and
centerfolds are scattered randomly.
Ejaculation goes with no repose.
Finished, the women writhe rejected.
Men polevault on bayonets from this womb
to one where golf clubs are gripped,
skis held high, magazine covers
with cigarettes dangling from moustached lips
taped glossy to wall of solidarity.
Registration fees are fairly steep...
renewals, cheap.