solo piano August 12 2012 by rodger pegues E…!
Tag: rodger
he wasn’t
he wasn’t al queda
or an angry Arab
a high school drop out
or a mental patient
I remember the time the IRS garnished my whole check
I told my case officer I’d hafta meet him in the parking lot
that way he could know my terror
why…? murder a 6 year old girl and violently harm so many others in cold blood?
we have bestowed upon him our sacred 15 minutes of inobscurity
like Hinckley & others he has accepted our covenant
the truth is…
given the perfect storm of private despair
at any moment
any one of us can
“snap”
and this is what happens
and this is what truly frightens us, he could have been anyone,
your neighbor or mine…
and if we think
for a moment that our communal evil has no consequences……
if we think our rub shoulders, cliqueky, insincere, disingenuous, let’s do lunch, society shares no complicity
you’re wrong,,…
just be kind to one another
or watch your back…
black az…
black az
I like women with
sanitary assholes
& rounded cheeks that jiggle,
under cotton pajama bottoms
climbing apartment stairs
to serve my endless addiction
that night
I fucked her
until tears of joy
filled her glossy brown eyes
beyond love
beyond relationships
flesh worshiping flesh
in spiritual agony
insert french kissed
tongued booty hole
betrays the intellectualism
of an emotional response
E-Coli interrogatory
taste buds bursting
you must love every part
of her……….this night
the 1st time I finger fucked
a girl in a Cornish practice room
behind a black baby grand
I pulled my finger from her
nappy hole
only to find it coated with a
white milky discharge
this was all I’d ever known
so I thought pussy was nasty
and that pussy juice was foul
putrid and white
until I met my favorite hoe
on Rainier Avenue who’s pussy
glistens with purity and taste
as pure as the morning dew
it’s like coming home dirty
and washing your dick in the sink
in the bathroom, no ones talking
she passes out drunk and ask me in
the morning “did you fuck me”
all the pussy
all the dope
all the booty
& extra towelettes
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