Freaky Head


Up ahead I spot
a person on the sidewalk wearing
a brown flannel shirt. It's
getting kind of cold and
I can see him, or her
walking with a weird up and down
right to left, side to side
BA-dump BA-dump motion.
Swinging the arms a bit much, but
what is it with the head it
doesn't seem to match the
rhythm. It seems to move with
its white ball cap, almost
of it's own accord as if it
were attached to a long springy
slinky thing. Shit,
its freaking me out that bobbing head.
It seems to foretell death in
some stupid gothic comic Bizzaro manner but
as I come up on him,
what seemed to be his head turns out to be
a slightly taller second persons head that
is visible walking directly behind the first
bobbing left while the first bobs right.

Not a harbinger of death at all,
just two goofy average BI-pedal humanoids
walking down the sidewalk.



Temptress


Although,
I would insist that the kiss was an accident,
and shouldn't have happened,
the fact that I picked up a small toy plastic guitar
and crooned a charming 5 am comedic plucking serenade
of the Violent Femms song "Why Can't I get Just One Kiss!"
would seem to make my behavior at the time suspect,
to say the least.

That piercing eyed dark makeup almost white blond
New Wave Mormon bad girl
poised recklessly upon that couch
seemed like a bright red ripe moist apple
that would crack and drip down the chin, if bitten into.

Although I barely knew her,
her similar looking but even prettier
good girl younger virgin sister
had dazzled me with breathtaking tails
of jacking off boys while leaning out her bedroom window late at night.
That, and the fact that my buddy, whose house we were at
having left us alone to throw his paper route
had a viscous terrible love for her,
just seemed like enough, you know?

I enjoyed her hot wet bad girl mouth with a seeming madness.
I sucked out everything she had,
then gently breathed life back into her once again.
Making sure to experience;
the hair,
the ass,
the neck,
the midriff,
the breast,
before finally letting go.

We sat giggling together as the sun forced the night to die.
I had conquered her, nothing more, nothing less,
It felt satisfactory, Victoriously sublime.
Of course it annoyed the virgin sister,
as well as my buddy, eventually
when he had heard.

It was 1987.
This and several other nights, in retrospect, seem as harbinger
to my total downfall looming in the distance,
which in the life of a man takes place not all at once
as you night expect,
but one step at a time.



- Paul Sexton 2001