Reading Bukowski and Roth
both in their dotage
proclaiming the fuck
holding high shrivelling aging members
using big words
and little ones
penetrating
all of us
their lust
exhilarating us
with deep disdain
their unwillingness to go
quietly
to grow old, to regret
they leap off
into the last abyss
convince themselves
she is just
another coy cunt.
Mistaking
her hunger (as always)
for a mere mirror
of their own.
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