it was a casual
conversation that
was full of hints
little verbal winks
foolish because
we both knew
nothing would
come of it
but hours passed
of knowing
came with the hours
and it was
satisfying in a way
but not as good
as sex
the lines above were
written after a few
hours of reading
which poet is not
important though
he was no favorite
of academia
his poems are crafted
as with a chainsaw
their stories are harsh
full of selfish intent
ironic and satiric
sexually bold
nearly pornographic
but who knows what
that is
pornography
all i know is that
after reading his
poems i needed
to write something
i could call mine
