Wednesday, December 5, 2018

GUYS IN THE SINGLES BAR. by John Grey



their theories are anachronistic  
the lines that back them up
pitiful

their obvious technique
squeezes all of the life out of making contact

to be honest
smut and flesh
are all they are about

they’d reject wonder
if they even knew what it was

and deny the extra-sensual
because
to them
beyond the body
there’s nothing

of course
they wouldn’t hear a thing
if you told them that

their curiosity ends

where yours
can’t be bothered
beginning 





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