Poetry for the Hard of Hearing
Published on May 31, 2007 By Johnny Masuda In Poetry
“oh, I love my junkie boyfriend”
meagan said.

watching sickboy drive the twenty foot
cad steering the big wheel with his
knees
he timed the lights
while he tied off with the seatbelt
and pushed into a vein,

he was dancing in his head
just short of the nod
letting go of the belt and breaking
out in that shit-eating –grin
he always got when the shit
hit his head

she leaned against him and ran
her nineteen year old hand over
his thirty year old cock,

“I love my junkie boyfriend.”

J. Masuda

Comments
on Jun 01, 2007
Ah, youth! Keep writing. Liven this joint up! - Moskowitz
on Jun 02, 2007
watching sickboy drive the twenty foot
cad steering the big wheel with his
knees
he timed the lights
while he tied off with the seatbelt
and pushed into a vein,


used to be young girls wouldn't even get moist unless a guy immediately followed through after all of the above by opening his door and leaning out sufficiently far to puke while making a u-turn on west grand boulevard--and only then if notta drop went into or onto the vehicle.