Literary Lady Boner

“I like my men with big books.”

He sits alone on a Tuesday

Listening to jazz,

Cargo jacket, tossled spiked hair

Rebellious beard.

A copy of Infinite Jest,

A notebook and pen,

A mysterious, slim volume –

Don’t be POETRY! –

Thrust out on his sharp, wood table.

I want to know what book that is,

I want to stroke his

Black, leather-bound thoughts.

 

Rimbaud

Collected Poems

Oh no.

 

I wet myself.