orrin prejean

one-line haiku in Birthdaysequence a la m.mountain

2011


played in our backyard to the eyes of clouds

still your whore still your whore

and when i was done you moved toward the road

immediate painted smile your baritonal voice through the phone

what you asked wide eyed the night blushes

cant shake the feeling that time is stalking me

you arrived dark and i lost my light

male nudity the buffer that i bounce my lust from

managed to stitch your name my labia sings

found me in dawn's lap trailing snores

brought the wind with him his slick mouth sweettalking the heavens

store in the east village perusing his glances

she came in a variety of colors came in a mesh of smells.

down by the beach, carelessness sown in the air

rich soil two pairs of feet and the silence that lingers

state your intent as you run away with my pulse

wild man naked and freely engaging in primal assignations

nights spoken on in hushed vowels wind running laps

caress my swolen feelings pregnant with blazing autumn

down the back alley of NY lone woman speaking sanskrit to unknown man

frolick along the coast of Monte Carlo

her innocent womb to be emptied 14yr old gal tearful symphony

tattered woman flailing in the windless winds redemption

tonight i am brittle memory playing craps

not really violent just intent on not being used

quick and able to claim your sperm no longer yours

corner of 10th and Ducayne my inners recieve your invasive voice

premenstral sight lone grocery shopping his name is Rahamadiy

the scent of an oh yes and myrtlelike grief

after two weeks conversation turns too casual

serial rapist of virginal thoughts she's scarred

flunky to the greedy ideas you left lodging at my house

saw him seeing me he kisses her

femininity the bright lamp dispelling masculine darkness

young man hard on each stroke the release of tears

prying life from my cold thighs August 3rd

blk brotha library central row my talisman i invoke

sleet picking up old womans' out of tune voice singing pale memories

cars ambling aimlessly the old highway languishing

in the back of a tuesday i touch him touch me we cadence

trapped in a loud life holding screams over my ears

at the stove can of campbells soup far away glances toward frozen day

he bastard me mouth spilling dirty utterances the mess of his nature

i peeled the remainder of georgian dust from my weary body

down at Fleecies toe tapping eyes walk around finally tapping him

afternoon heat to mingle with the after love heat

she wears this sarong wears this frangipani fragrance wears me

its getting worse letting him linger between thighs to tired to say no

at the register all i can think of is producing the heat that lingers

took up residence in the sepulchre of modern thought

east african man serengeti heat run your fingers thru my dark earth

her proud breasts stood firm painting my lips with wordless words

appointment on the 17th flash of unease silent prayers

in dry rain wearing wet clothes both of us out of it

watching my-ongoing-man-put up slowly his legs parting for his mouth my pain

washing the aftertaste of lonely days ring of finality around my tub

asked him to take away his not-so-clearly-defined pain

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