The man showed the boys her money shot
Said something funny about coins
No one laughed, can’t joke about sexy
Things. One, hot-flushed with a good mix
Of anger and the hunger,
Thought on how there was nothing beneath
Her coat, but come to think there was nothing
Beneath his blue jeans, white shirt, brown shoes,
Pants and socks except the same thing but different.
His swollen Adam’s apple bobbed he saw the stringy
Gaze of his compatriots attach and reel in
Not just her but the moon and wrench it round
To morning. Wanting no part of this, he was apart
From his fellow man. He stepped back into the crowd;
Heard the sound of a book of paper being torn, he
Let the fleshy clothed stream take him to his flat where
He spent the night playing computer games &
Drinking too much coke. Some said 'queer'
Others, 'hmmm'
