5'3 me at dawn

+_+_
A Well-Fucked Man
drives antelopes off dirt roads
devoted to tastier meats.

The jealous man leaves blood-trails
leading back to his pay-per-jail.

She comes now
in un-ageable memories
of getting off
on her impregnable face.

It’s 5:30 a.m and
In 5 days, she found the 5’3” version of me.
So, I went Mel Gibson on the boy.
No, I mailed a package to my 80-year-old Nun in New Mexico.

I’m awake at 5:30am as she sleeps in the arms of 5’3” Me.
And what will today be?
And for who?

My shoulders hurt
from “hurting” her twice a week
for six months straight.
One long, bitter brag.
Six good months tho 
I can’t complain.

Like a waterslide through time,
she lubricated my transfer to
This. 

We got each other through
holidays
haircuts
divorce
dogs.
Not nothing.
Love?
I could sooner speak on Iran.

There’s a lot I can’t do
except the one thing
I do a lot of.

Off-topic (not),
I return to where it all started:
getting off on her hot-pics…

Off-off-topic: 
I am again the elven field medic to my own gapes,
knowing the medicines I must resist
and the remedies that no longer exist.

Like all breakups, deaths, births,
and Greek islands,
this one has its own distinct flavor.

Her aftertaste’s got me
forecasting decades
in the newness of 530am light
Feeling 6:39 a.m’s
coldness of Earth and
our aloneness on it.
Got it!

Free as Frederic March playing Hyde
shouting Free!

Oneness?
Hydeness.

“Isn’t provocation your whole thing?”
asked my fuckbucket
“No,” said I
“It’s a healthy expression
of my unhealthiness.”

Rays of rage.
People pay big money for it.
Pass the scotch, doll.

Luminous.

An assassin with anxious attachment.
His spastic eyes
Style themselves
in the black reflection
of her Cassavetes poster as he pounds her.

When the great fuck-off is over,
our blanket of gases will return to the sky.
Yang saved,
days will move slow from office window again.
+_ 
Yes, the great fuck-off is over
But whoever would have guessed
It would leave us so unfucked over
and so happily depressed
I guess it’s like our visit to Miami,
Or to that south beach dive bar,
I guess you go for kicks, to be of use,
to give & give & give
good dick till it’s gone
an aubade to her squirt stain
titled 5’3 me at dawn.
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