That Fuckin' Hole

That Fuckin' Hole

Gaps shit
On this tub ugly
Galvanized heart

She hates me. Still.

No thoughts.
Sex obliterates fault.

But our bed remembers.

Head back.
Toes splayed.
White gauzy
Ceiling heaven.
Gasping screams
Fight the radiator's
Continuous hissing
Hot clanks.

Hatred bled
From her eyes.
Even then
Caroline knew
Others soaked the sheets.
Let me pound
My nights away:
Forget troubles
Southern style.

Accents convey mystery.
Moans cover complexity.
Gagging reaffirms simple
Hours spent avoiding
Heart dead passion.

I used to not post unpublished work here, but now I've decided to treat it like my cock: Steal it. Own it. I'll just be grateful it touched you. And to paraphrase Lydia Lunch: My works are all in progress.