yesterday was a good one
total control, masterful thrusts
telling her to 'shh shh'
she was silently mouthing 'i can't'
and the red in her face
i only finished because she had
somewhere to be
i throw, punch, hold scissors,
tits, steering wheels and my keys with my right hand
i write, masturbate, hold forks,
beverages, and lead improvs on keyboard with my left
isn't it only ambidexterity
when you can switch limbs
to accomplish the same thing?
come to think of it
i am truly ambidextrous in that sense
when it comes to the drinking, smoking and all the sexual tasks...
...but every little red a-cup volks in the city
still looks like you approaching
and i can't invite you to this party
and we shouldn't go to that one
out of respect
for the dead
i assassinated something infant
(and it might still be in the I.C.U.
but will anyone even give a fuck?)
i want trivial little exchanges
and real big grown-up ones
on my phone
and in my ear
and even by post
and it's all about me
i know
but it can be all about you
when you need it to be, too
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