Horror, Sleaze and Trash.

“Bathe”

My arms draped over
it’s pearl white sides
and two heavy knuckles
wrapping on the
floor boards.

My penis stands up
with the buoyancy
of the water
and his blood pink,
water logged,
and wrinkled tip
looks like
donut mix
squeezed from a
pastry cone.

A flannelette over
my face;

I wonder why I write
such fauvist poems

And then pretend
I’m a famous writer
and that people
Care.

Then I piss in the bath.

It’s clear so the color
Doesn’t change.

It’s exactly the same thing.

Over and over
Again.

I yell out the door and
tell my sister that the
bath is run
and ready for her.



i was going to use this image but i thought it was a bit much. (and no, its not my dick.)