Fluorescent Questioning

The desert will still sing us praises

when we release our fat members into one another and smile.

Leaving our number never to answer.

When we release our amniotic jizz

upon the pouty lips of the world,

our trips won't matter

only the ability to withstand the fluorescent

questioning that follows after every bust,

after every grope, after every toy

dropped off into the laps of sexy mothers in need.

These plastic handshakes will hold us down as long as they want to.


Raymond Strickland Aug.30,2010

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