Question

you know -
you asked me one day
when I was on the cloud nine
when I was lying on my couch
when I was stroking my hair
when I was reading the latest Llosa's book
the one I bought myself on Valentines
the ones you forgot about
the ones you forgot about me
the ones you dumped me down the drain
the ones you kicked through the window
the ones you phoned me
in the middle of the night
when I was drunk-stoned
telling me that you feel the
predilection for cock or pussy
that doesn't count
as long as you can stick
your mojo and feel the cosiness
- what I am thinking about
my dearest
my prettiest
my only one?

yes, I replied
all in tears
crying a waterfall
in my anticipation


you never replied
my ideal
my never here never was