little pig does poetry
Ad 2:
2003-04-12 07:43:35 (UTC)

How steam disappeared due to jealousy towards Cigarettes

Hard like smoked beef jerky,
his hands cradle the coffee cup.
The steam---lonely---reaches
for his stubbled face
to cuddle and to comfort.

But he's a frequent
in the department of adultery.
Cigarettes in the Marlboro whorehouse
moans seductively from his
inner left coat pocket,
calling him to come.

And eagerly, he'll shove
her aside to straddle
a whitey between his fingers,
leaving her to linger
in a transparent existence.
Watching him from the ceiling.