Posts Tagged ‘Poet Brenton Booth’


UNTITLED

If

love

didn’t

exist

we’d

find

something

else

to

fuck

our

lives

up

with.

NIGHT AND DAY

I dropped her off at

6AM 2 streets away

from her home. She

told me her husband

and kids would still

be asleep. She’d just

get a shower and

change her clothes

and panties and

everything would

be good. ‘ Do you

love him?’ I said.

‘ I will give you a

call tonight,’ she

said. And I watched

her beautiful ass

disappear into the

harsh morning light.

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HEARING HER

She mistook me for

Van Gogh and told

me

I was the only man

she enjoyed having

sex with at work

and

the reason she never

called me was her

phone was lost

it was lucky I came

back

or she would have

never seen me

again

and she would like

to see me again

next weekend would

be good

she said

that would be unreal

I said

and left the brothel

with both ears still

intact.