Pure

You have taken
off your clothes
[in that strip joint
in your mind]

You’re dancing
on a table
[you lower your fear
of heights]

A cashing client
dusts
on your
snorting open crutch

& your sister blows
her lover [her tits –
she lets him touch]

There

are men & kids
emptied
[by your sibling rivalries]

May God
be kind
[to both your souls]
and you
to cocks you tease