I hurt my back
serving you in a shiny
platter.
I hurt my leg
standing
tiptoed
outside your overused
carpet,
camera flashes
booed me like
Casper.
While you grace the
catwalks as
implicitly handsome
as Cobain
in tux.
‘Might as well enjoy
those beams
you choreographed
in my mirror.
You sweat
and I fan you
with that blue paper
I snuck out
from my mother’s purse.
Licked the floor,
licked your toe,
licked yer asshole.
And you let
orgasm
run us like martial law.
Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeet Lennon!