Chicano Poet

Wednesday, January 02, 2008


At the topless club
a girl offers him a free lap dance
because she says he resembles her grandfather.

His Edgar Allan Poe mustache
brushes her breasts
with the hard smell of liquor.

Her belly
a flat antithesis
to the roundness of the others.

He heard his heart
telling a tale
his conscience thankfully ignored.

On the taxi ride home
the scent of her thighs still twisted and wriggled
as if it was stuck to his zipper.


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