Classic Poem

is what hes into, he said &
thats fine by me (William street in
winter and pissing down is the pits)
standing around in doorways waiting
for some totally wasted guy excuse me!
its a trick is what it is to
slap his dumb meat between my thighs.
Hey, Im Jasmine though I dont
feel like one. Mostly bored.
On each hip Ive got this tattoo, says
Allan kind of smudgy & out of focus
because its real old. The main
man. A jerk off really in someone
elses life. A lifer. Summers
shit, more noise and especially groups.
For hours or however long it takes
& I do Spanish & French, but Im
better at French. Sometimes not much
happens. Idle as a lizard pointing
brickwork on hot buildings, someone said.
I read in this magazine once,
(I meet all sorts) and this guy
says, nor can I say I love you
but a gentle calligraphy informs your
brow. What a whacker! I know shit
from clay, he just reckoned he could get
away with saying nothing. Dickhead!
Guys are like that with money
like its some fucking secret.