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saturday evening
by KJ Hays
(02/24/10)
as i type "tongues"
into my whitish
Firefox search blip
my body glorks with
new styles of envy
i left the Moonlight
Sonata playing
the word pervert
seems perfect here
as the volume for
the girls goes off
& the volume for
Glenn Gould's long
fingertips picks up
they sit there lovely
as old stone demons
wagging the droves
of ostensibly innocent
suckers down the cold
hallways of their mouths
i want to be them so badly
i can feel a marching band
dropping its brass in the
veins threading my crotch
too bad my sole defense is
to lean toward the warm
screen, smile full as the sun,
then stick my tongue out as
they close their eyes to kiss
©2010 by KJ Hays
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KJ Hays lives in Orange County, California with his pooch, Mr. Bear. He likes it when he forgets to pack an umbrella on rainy days. Some of his work can be found in Bareback Magazine, Clean Sheets, Yellow Mama, and Strong Verse. Find him in coin operated laundromats trying to get the ketchup stains out of his best hats. If you would like an invite to his blog, please contact him.
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