By J.J. Tindall
SON OF SOME OTHER GUY
“Some other guy is sippin’ up her honey like a yellow dog, oh now
Some other guy, now, has taken my love just like I’m gone, oh now
I’m the lonely one
As long as I can feel all right”
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Previously, on “Some Other Guy:”
“Awake in the razor’d dark
to the consummate torture
of my own imagination…
Him, luxuriating
in her inspired lewdness…”
****
O Muse!
Evil bitch!
O Love!
Cruel Fate!
Awake, again,
in the razor’d dark…
****
Her, flush
with renewal
(and relief), anticipating
new pleasures,
new routines,
new risks.
Brand new:
for Halloween, for him,
Julie Newmar’s
Catwoman…
****
Her, on her
knees, naked
except for the
spike heels
and that
belly belt.
Slowly, noisily,
expertly eating
her new
man.
She pauses, smiling, right
eyebrow raised, asks
where he wants
to finish…
“I knew it,
you Dirty Boy…”
****
Him, emphatically
her Dog, slapping
that perfect
ass
just firmly enough,
pulling
that rich
hair (w/fresh highlights),
just firmly enough.
Her, barking
oaths of surprise
and delight…
****
I roll another
cig,
look for a late
rebroadcast of
Charlie Rose,
hoping
to God
he’ll love her
as much
as I
still do.
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Chicagoetry: Some Other Guy
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More Tindall:
* Chicagoetry: The Book
* Ready To Rock: The Music
* Kindled Tindall: The Novel
Posted on November 17, 2010