raise the flag of sexual pretense up.
the old wanted wind.
the young wanted something different
cruising through them.
i wanted an end to all distinctions—
ie: nude surfing is not something new
ie: the french have never been better lovers
ie: try, try, a racket of harshness beat you into a frenzy and as your moaning filled the hostel, everyone encumbered by the foreignness of your song, she, some three blocks away, leaned over a sailboat, a glass of wine, her pretty hands, the smell of sunscreen makes me want to have already fucked this afternoon, and run away with her wine, and her so happy to be rid of my ugliness and me so happy to be rid of her subtleness, and we’ll just hide this regret under a pile of wet panties and come back to it later.
every sailboat has a waterfall
every slight attraction’s desperate call
you know the inconspicuousness of your shorts
and i know it too
when they dump us out onto the floor lets us beat the crap out of each other
until the camera man starts sweating
and then let’s smoke cigarettes
and then let’s take pictures
and then run away
and find a guy with better posture
you were good to stay,
i know you love tall lanky men
but this is an experience and
that’s why you decided to visit our city in the first place
the neighbors are cooking,
can you hear them cooking?
the neighbors are singing,
can you hear them singing?
if, before you head back, i run out to the store and buy you two very white tennis socks, will, in that little naked morning you’re bound to have soon,
put these socks on?
the tiny scars
on your ivory feel
k swiss k swiss
only i want to make them
