Oct
Disappear
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The occasional wish
To slide into skin
Soft and dark
Different from your own
To feel coarse dirt
On your soles
And harsh sun
On your back
As you pick plump grapes
Off their homes on the vine
Watch the fruits
Age
The aroma pungent
Piercing your olfactory membrane
Squishy sticky sweet pearls
Popping under your soles
Or maybe
You weren’t as lucky
Your money not good enough
To fly off to a vineyard
So you lay on the filthy mattress
And pump!
Up and down, your pelvis
Thrusting
Oh –!
Deep groans
From your throat
Or his throat
(Or even hers)
You learn to enjoy
Selling your pink bouquet
To dirty gardeners
It’s casual sex
Just with a pay
You chose this route
Chose to slip into this thin,
Tight, sore skin
Like you were sliding on a party dress
You needed to escape
To peel off your old face
Disgusting and cheap
In a few more men
You will have your ticket
You’ll be writing in European tongues
Wishing
For your chance to direct the stars
As you thought you could in your youth
If
The coppers don’t catch you first
Author’s Note: Odd to “introduce” myself with an escapist poem, but maybe it will tell you about me by telling you who I am not. I remember the day I wrote this poem, a day filled with dread due to a stupid mistake – a costume was miscatalogued and thought to be missing, meaning if we didn’t find it our report cards (or, in my case, diploma) would be held. Before the error was rectified, my worry seeped through my pen and formed this poem.
Constructive criticism appreciated!
