I could look away
and then what would I miss.

And you might think I wasn't interested
that the traffic was more absorbing
that the business couple and their verbal foreplay turned me on
because they don't stop.

And through the wedges he's fucking her hole
her cappuccino-breath sour-creaming an orgasmic squall
his foccacia a pesto-surprise wrapped in satin stripes and barking now
"Yes'
"Yes yes".
His stiff manhood
his upper lip
his sly glance my way.

And I wonder "What's on his mind"? as he fingers her option
a teddy-bear pajama-case a nod to a childhood
her bald mound to his "Papa".

She's dainty, such a lady
with his expenditure leaking to the pavement of tiles and grime
a carpet of sex-waste on this desolate boulevard
the street that beats
that throbs with the beautiful noise.

Sex standing upright
walking
sitting
talking
ready to pounce
unsuspecting like sweet-chilli sauce to a wedge seasoned and sunk in deep-throat
laughing away their rejection
all the eyes that peer because they all want to know
"How long"?
"How fat"?
"How good"?
"How much"?
"How true"?

"Did you dream of the explosion, of the dawn of time"?

And the younger ones just do it
leave conversation to the aged
leave the time wasting to the sexless, the smug and the sadistic
with whip-hands, caustic tongues and hopes
their celebrity ideals and role-model delusions.

He slaps himself hard
about his bouncing cock, now to attention
she's so obedient, so disciplined, such a peasant in jewels posed here to fool,
that there's more to the nothing than just me and my pen.






Drop after drop
emotions to my already pounding mind

Water torture of their inevitable.

Incessant screaming like a menagerie's madness
animals gone wild in my invisible wilderness.

Water torture of their delusion

Drop after drop
liquid black lake a habit

Water torture hovering, cruising over and above.

Magical kingdom of knowing the understanding

Water torture pedestrian

Drop after drop
prone in the persuasion

Water torture killing the dreaming time

Visages weary of the fearful hollow steps
spired chain of vetebra shifts painful on memories.

Water torture century so many BC

Drop after drop
pouring frame by frame.

Water torture slowing to a death

Discovery against truth of life
well that finding is infinite and ever

Water torture justifiable massed.