At the start of the New Year, I went to open mic night at Le Poisson Rouge. People were reading their best erotica. Having none. And having not read (or written) in some time. I decided to share two poems I wrote collaboratively years ago in a bar with strangers. Of course they ended up a bit dirty (and I think not so bad). Here’s one:

Playground Erotica

A well-built ass leads the eyes
wandering…
A true pear, sweet and ripe.
Eyes and tongue so fit for fun! 
How do I proceed?
Proceed where..?
Need leads, from erection,
To the submission of knees…
To my old school
Where my eyes still roam
Playground erotica. 

On Broadway they’re all going downtown—

Except here, where the billboards for beer are en español, and the papis and the mamis circulate up up, out out, and all around the streets below me.

My window seat is stacked with mismatched pillows that I can lean against and watch the world go by.

When I arrived, I opened all the windows and sang doo wop loudly.

A few faces looked up.

Dec 21, 2011