All my little excesses.(or, Five fantasies and a truth).All my little excesses.5 years ago in Free Verse
The other woman in your bed,
beautiful like crushed-up rotted roses
and the glass of a smashed-up vase stabbed
between a wife's shoulder blades.
Fuck me long and slow
before she comes home.
Stockbroker with an eight-figure paycheck,
money to waste on Porsches, waterfront condos,
and once-a-year charity donations
to keep my taxes low.
Honk squeegee kids off my windshield
on the drive home.
Moments of rock 'n' roll madness and
television sets thrown through windows.
Cocaine highs and tabloid crashes;
my face: front cover of Rolling Stone.
Dying slowly, slowly, gloriously,
choking on glitter and fame.
A modern major-general (the very model, even),
who sleeps soundly in a city where the shells are distant,
snoring loudly beside a long-legged mistress.
Miles away a generation bleeds out, but
my sleeping subconscious entertains fears of
dying, even of old age.
Cocktails on white sand beaches
and a sexy alias (Betsy