Forceful compulsion
Mouth-penis
Forceful
Compulsion
Mouth
Penis
Penis
Forceful compulsion
Mouth
Mouth-penis
Compulsion
Forceful
Forceful
Penis
Compulsion
Forceful compulsion
Mouth-penis
Mouth
Mouth
Forceful
Mouth-penis
Penis
Forceful-compulsion
Compulsion
Compulsion
Mouth
Forceful-compulsion
Forceful
Penis
Mouth-penis
Mouth-penis
Compulsion
Penis
Mouth
Forceful
Forceful compulsion
Forceful compulsion,
Forceful, mouth
Penis, mouth-penis
At Andy’s Deli
‘Bout lost my mind when I didn’t see the usual.
Where the pies at? I asked the cute, East Indian man
Standing behind the counter.
We sold out, he said.
I didn’t know Hostess Apple Pies were so popular
Among the masses of Greenwich Village.
He knows how much I like my real fruit filling,
The preservatives and artificial flavors.
My world ain’t nothin’ but a flaky crust,
A cream-filled Twinkie.
Gotta get somethin’.
My sweet tooth is killin’ me.
What’s it going to be:
Snowballs?
Ho Ho’s?
Zingers?
Crumb Coffee Cakes?
None of this I like.
Wait, this look good:
Coconut Crunch Donut Delites.
Six in a row.
I’ll take these, I told the clerk.
Placed two quarters in his hand.
Pulled open the wrapper,
Took the first one out for a taste test,
And right then I knew, this was the last snack cake
That was going to take the place of my everyday routine.
For Vytautas
Sorry I didn’t call as much
Sorry I
didn’t get your new address
Sorry you had
to move so much
Sorry, but I
called that number and they said they’ve never heard of you
Sorry I moved
without telling you
Sorry all the
letters were returned to sender
Sorry, but I
had no choice but to go home for the summer
Sorry I
didn’t get a chance to tell you why
Sorry the
traffic of our lives stopped
Sorry the
poems ceased
Sorry for my
depression
Sorry for
taking it out on you
Sorry for
being scared
Sorry for feeling
overwhelmed
Sorry for the
chipped piece of tooth I lost
Sorry for my
bleeding gums
Sorry that my
heart wasn’t in it
Sorry I
wasn’t more grounded as you had thought
Sorry my head
is up my ass
Sorry I lost
track
Sorry I
didn’t depend on your new whereabouts
Sorry, but I
tried like hell on wheels to reach you
Sorry a lot
has been going on
Sorry for the
sex booths that smelled of poppers and ass
Sorry for the
ten buck blow jobs
Sorry my
Daddy got arrested
Sorry the
U.S. Marshals busted down the door to get to him
Sorry they
held guns to his head five feet away from my four yr old niece
Sorry they
dragged him on the heels of his feet out the door
Sorry my Mama
screamed, NO DON’T SHOOT ‘EM
Sorry that
this has been on my mind
Sorry, but
he’s been in jail for two months
Sorry, but it
was only a matter of time
Sorry, but he
could be looking at four years in prison
Sorry, but
the lawyer is suing Winn-Dixie
Sorry, but
that was a lie
when they
said he hit the store manager in the back of the head
Sorry, but
that’s what the papers said
Sorry they
said he sped off in a Lincoln Town car
Sorry, but
that was a lie
Sorry he
would lock the gate every night
Sorry he
walked around in his underwear every night
Sorry I ate
like a hog over the summer
Sorry I wrote
poems, sucked cock, and cruised parks for ass
Sorry, but he
was horny as hell
Sorry, but I
couldn’t resist his blue eyes
Sorry the
other guy watched
Sorry that my
return to New York was a sad one
Sorry that
I’m on 61 Grove now
Sorry my
roommates are gay
Sorry Daniel
is the straight Russian who calls women chics
Sorry there’s
a rat in the kitchen
Sorry, I mean
mouse in the kitchen
Sorry I
caught up on all my shows over the summer
Sorry that I
don’t have cable in this new building
Sorry I don’t
have a phone
Sorry I don’t
have a job yet
Sorry I don’t
have my TV with me
Sorry I don’t
have a cell phone like everyone else
Sorry the
homeless keep asking me for change
Sorry my mail
should be getting forwarded any minute now
Sorry I don’t
eat sushi
Sorry I got
my ass eaten out by a Jeff Daniels look-alike
Sorry I
fucked a fireman without a rubber
Sorry the
poet David Trinidad threatened to get me kicked out of school
Sorry he saw
the poem online I wrote about him
Sorry I had
to have it removed from the site or else
Sorry I was
saving my own ass
Sorry the
editor was pissed for weeks
Sorry I got
more poems coming out in more anthologies
Sorry my
first story is going to be published in Velvet Mafia
Sorry I was
nominated for a Pushcart Prize
Sorry I
haven’t sent a postcard
Sorry our
bathroom is filthy
Sorry for the
hardwood floors
Sorry that
Robert Polito, the Director of the Creative Writing Program
is demanding
I take the poems off the website
Sorry the two
yr MFA candidates are such fucking teenagers
Sorry for
feeling like I’m in high school again
Sorry for the
cliques
Sorry I’m
such a slut
Sorry I’m so
easy
Sorry, but
I’m going to see a lawyer about my rights
Sorry I moved
out of Williams Street
Sorry, but
I’m living in the Village now
Sorry he
wants me to dress up like a woman and suck him off
in the Meat
Packing District
Sorry he
talks about his cock so poetically
Sorry I have
a crush on the Assistant Director of the Writing Program
Sorry I have
a crush on the projectionist at Two Boots movie theatre
Sorry, but I
read twice at the Nuyorican Poet’s Café
Sorry, but it
went well
Sorry that I’ve been lonely
No comments:
Post a Comment