220 sandwet

I was at your doorstep

With a semi-automatic

Ready to kill

Make your teeth bleed

You told me wrong

A lie

And now you must pay

For you have created time

An erotic porn star

In the doorway frame

Standing like an old fashion whore

From out west no where

You always make me weak

But every time I come back to fight

With strength so strong

Of raging black bulls

I’ve been to different countries

And fucked you everywhere

You wait on me and stare at me

You charge me and change me

A glowing business man waits

Your pinks, purples and blues

I think it’s time to change

The rules

I ask to photograph

Your pregnancy

Your fat belly

And large milk nipples

Talking drunk to me

Flirting with your eyes

Exploring art with me

Reading East books

Like a 76 deck

I watch you burn

You crumble and fall

And expect me to pick you up!?

No. Not me.

I’ll leave you for the vultures

For the pretty salt ones at sea

I’ll leave you for the celebrations

And the church worshipping beggars

I was at your doorstep

With a dozen flowers in hand

You slammed the door in my face

And now you ask me

Why I have your lover’s hand?

© 1998 David Greg Harth

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