Thursday, April 23, 2009


My friends leave for room in my car
Left alone with the boy I crush
A bunk bed
Room for one more
We share the child size bed
The silence is roommate
Squeaking from above
Sounds like masturbation
Curious of what is above
I feel a poke
From behind
Just touch it
Five seconds
Really, only five seconds
Smiles burst through my fingers
What will happen tomorrow?
You poke me
But is it a true poke
A smile so big
With the best eyebrows
Each brow sharpened by Jack Nicholson
Mike gives me faith in future pokes

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