my m.!

well,
not only mine
but still..

i love 2 seat
    on window seal
an look
at lifeboat’s
shouldered crew
how they
perform their manhood
through
an 4
‘em crowds
of active women
they all have iPods
little listen
it’s mostly eyePlay
art of whistles
rainy drizzle
‘em cover
in mermaidish mist
fm time 2 time
one’ll look above
an see my face
an how i seat
what would he think?
that i am old?
that i am single?
where is my Dad?
where is my Son?
where r my men,
why not around?
will i
phone tonight
escort?

.. on window seal
i am missing
        mort