Monday, June 14, 2010

Kafka Cunt




"Wanker/s."

The guy says
to his mate
in a leather jacket

“have you read
Kafka’s Trial,
It's about a man
who dosent know
why he’s been
arrested,

its soooo
absurd.”

I stand next to him
and listen;

I grab a copy of
leg show

And bump him
hard
As I pass

I pay the guy
At the counter

With one hand
And the other
in the pocket
Of my jeans.

Playing with my balls.

The Kafka dude
glares at me
as I walk out the
Store and I roll
My eyes
with passive indifference
As I step onto
The street.

him with his
friend
and me with my
balls.


Both trying to
Out wit
and out subverse
one another

With our
Finicky
Nappy hair
beat throwback
Lit
Bullshit.

1 comment:

  1. 'All I got is my word and my balls, and I don't break 'em for nobody.'

    You got plenty of words and plenty of balls man. Even some words about your balls haha. Great poem.

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