THE BAR CLOSES BUT YOU DON’T WANT TO GO HOME

you want someone       to skin

you        open you

like a dead animal

knife his way          inside

to finger        to tongue        to cock you

you don’t have

a childhood         or family

or money for a taxi         you have a throat

an ass        a lust

so deep it can’t be filled

with fifty cocks       you’re more

than thirsty       more

than a body       you need

rough-fucked       there’s not enough city

to fill you up.