Albino

I remember your albino hair

And gaze you gave me

Your over the shoulder shrugs

Filled of straps

You and your vanilla-cherry lips

I devour so much

The bites at your neck

And the nights shooting stars

We can puncture our veins together

And take the fake drug underneath the docks

By the cold gulf waters

As war rages on across seas

Let’s unzip and let go

Surrendering to the darkest times

Nightmares about losing teeth

And straddling around my waist; dentistry

Boxing fights, Mighty Joe Young and Family re-runs

It’s all old news to me, making me erect

For numerous albinos in the fields

Taking a cab, a dollar tip

Making it fair

And don’t believe, just a lie

Making it hot and squishy

For a little while ..

just a bit

Twiddle Dee - Twiddle Dum

Feeling woozy, I think I’ll get drunk like a bum

Albino throbbing

Hard for you

Poetry is dead

Art is dead

and so are you...

and so are you.....

© 1998 David Greg Harth

98.11.16.02:56:36 @ 505NJ/(WS@NYC)