and what has left us for Betty Davis

?
that so good ICK, the coupling alltogether in speak
easy as pain, soft lilting skirts of words
we speak plan rides

easy? did i say that already?
there were moments of black chafing - we couldn’t wait.
it had been the whole of our sex,
these past and few cocks
that demand nothing.

that sucked at my energy
ancient beasts, tyrants of time
kill women
expectations are weapons
if is not their shirt ties
it is not their claws
not their shallow lips
their trumpets and ego tale

me,
i’m coming in the arms of a beer
in the nubbed fingers of a swagger
blank eyes of a boy.

(men have always been extinct.)

!
for those first urges,
the telling eyes
for those awestruck in minutia
for the deadly crow
in this deep rung hole
my hair is fences for each passing year