Another Night
this
motley crew bought my beer from me,
bought packs of cigarettes
from me,
played
foosball, and
cooed over the
big white dog, all while i screwed and
drilled and pounded on my
podium.
eventually all but brouwer left and he
and i had a game of foosball, talked some about
art,
inspected the new
bluescript, then he went home,
at about 5:30.
i masturbated.
i went to get milk at
7-11. i ate a few bowls of
Meijer's
sugar frosted flakes. i read some of the new
Details.
thought about masturbating
again. decided against it.
i then went to my bed, turned on
my fan, stripped down to my grey
hanes boxer briefs,
looked in the big black
Pier One mirror, thought: damn i'm thin and my cock looks hot and big,
and i layed down to dream of you.