Poem #2,756 | Crawl along these lines

Crawl along these lines
looking for women [sat
with their legs spread] –
mansplain will work as
well here as elsewhere
& is put down among a
dozen other remarks – I
sleep well alone – night
work is not a disturbing
return – a sour breath &
other colognes gone – a
feeble excuse unseen in
waking morning’s close
contact – Enough said –
I don’t trade in raw lies
or sham jewels – Butter
a sempiternal knob on
that night-worn tongue
& waking is mine alone
without dream’s curdle
on our truth-dried kiss
[with less disturbance]