Write On
After the last open mic
a young woman asked me
“Why do you still do it?”
It’s because
in my head
I’m not dead–
that being said:
When you get old
your skin dries out,
especially in this
Oklahoma climate.
I’ve tried lotions,
salves, balms,
ointments, unguents,
compounds, creams,
sprays, mists,
baths, soaks
and powder.
The best thing
I’ve found
to lubricate
this old flesh
is sex,
sex
with a
twenty-
something.
Young ones ooze
grease like nachos.
They sweat sheets
as they clutch
climax.
My preference is for
anyone who smells
sweet and musky-
not too pungent,
anyone who likes
being licked with
lime and kissed
with Dubonnet.
Why do I write?
Poetry is my only
come on.
Cum.
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