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Keep it trashy
my thought, as I went sidewinding
along cracked sidewalks
in sunglasses, passing neighbors
I've never seen before
in an archetypal gathering
that made me crave beer, and sex
and rude cocky jokes,
backyard men,
in their trucks, with their looks,
for some minutes
I thought I wanted that
and kept walking
and wondering
what I wanted
feeling dark and anonymous
with a warm one beer buzz.
The bright, clanging language of men
the greasy, burnished, metallic thoughts
the rough, hot mechanics of their bodies
cooling,
like my loose jeans,
skimming my hips
dark indigo
marching into the night
stepping up stairs
in eventual tip-toes
disappearing in one swift motion
behind a tattered screen
awaiting dusk's
newest arrival.