Wednesday, May 14, 2008
The Pleasure Is All Mine
Here's a poem for a very dreary Wednesday morning after the great win by the Pistons!
This one first appeared in Illya's Honey. Happy Wednesday to all!
You Can’t See It In This Picture
There’s a tiara on my head, but you can’t
see it since it’s been cut off. Not that it
matters. Linda Lovelace says if you watch
Deep Throat closely, you can see her
bruises. The pleasure is all mine, I say,
even when it isn’t. I can’t remember a
plot, but that’s beside the point. My
tiara is cheap, a child’s toy, and it breaks
without warning. I am not a child, but
I could be. Come closer. Or don’t.