With Fuzzy Balls
“Remember when we fucked?”
asked the clown
as she spat in my face.
tongue-tied and stumbling backwards
I unzipped my pants to reveal
nothing
she just stared blankly
wiped the clown make-up from her face and laughed
“only in America” she quoted
while undressing layer by layer
until all that was left was
a shadow and shoes
high-heeled shoes, pink
with fuzzy balls
By Brian Feist
absofrickinmazingly well said……bravo
julie mcurdy
August 1, 2012 at 4:16 pm
thanks julie. We need some more of your stuff up here too. Do you have the login? If not message me on FB and I will get it to you.
– Brian
lickmypoetry
August 1, 2012 at 6:49 pm