David and the Stripper

Oh I lust after you

You know that by the

Position of my pelvis

And spine. You lust my

Legal tender.

Brown nylons stave off

Fingerprints. Pink bikini

Bottom glows. Urnhandle

Breasts. It’s about down

There, a bouquet to pick. It

Matches the white gogo boots.

A poppy garland for your long

Dirty blond hair. Shibbo-

Leth petal velvet heals split ends.

Pardon my friends, Hunter,

They’re pretty & know not

What they do. (Frankly I didn’t

Want to come to Pure Platinum

Tonight.) You can’t resist my

Books? Neither can I. The

Babylonian Talmud and Dame

Edith Sitwell’s Poems. You read

The Barmaid flawlessly. Once in

A dream I received a sword that

Shown like a silverwhite sun. The

Cave illuminated. I didn’t feel the

Spider’s cold breath strangle my

Screams (for help). The angel said

Grip the sword David. Grip the

Sword. Grip the sword David.

My friends nailed me to a blue Chevette

Outside afterwards for defending

Your goldentongue crown. I wanted

To draw you. So I have. Dance on

Hunter.

They’ll never clip your Calliope wings.

September, 1993

David and the Stripper

Oh I lust after you

You know that by the

Position of my pelvis

And spine. You lust my

Legal tender.

Brown nylons stave off

Fingerprints. Pink bikini

Bottom glows. Urnhandle

Breasts. It’s about down

There, a bouquet to pick. It

Matches the white gogo boots.

A poppy garland for your long

Dirty blond hair. Shibbo-

Leth petal velvet heals split ends.

Pardon my friends, Hunter,

They’re pretty & know not

What they do. (Frankly I didn’t

Want to come to Pure Platinum

Tonight.) You can’t resist my

Books? Neither can I. The

Babylonian Talmud and Dame

Edith Sitwell’s Poems. You read

The Barmaid flawlessly. Once in

A dream I received a sword that

Shown like a silverwhite sun. The

Cave illuminated. I didn’t feel the

Spider’s cold breath strangle my

Screams (for help). The angel said

Grip the sword David. Grip the

Sword. Grip the sword David.

My friends nailed me to a blue Chevette

Outside afterwards for defending

Your goldentongue crown. I wanted

To draw you. So I have. Dance on

Hunter.

They’ll never clip your Calliope wings.

September, 1993