Things Gone Awry

Hark the shitty underpants
of our biggest mistake!

Behold the walking nightmare
of youth unrestrained,
puberty on display,
toddlerhood at its own devices,
infancy in an opium den,
childbirth
with pants on.

You have held me
like hosiery -
curling fingers
on gamey sausage
or greedy tongue
on mouth, feet, anus, best friend...
-and promised me
many many
many things
that do not exist
in the greater midwest.

Our dream
(gender roles
and businessman porn)
is a red rash
on my sagging pap,
angry bumps
on my worried sup,
lucky mutations
on a Pretty Woman.

This, old man,
began
with too much
lube.

In some ways,
it is already over
with chafed cheeks
and chapped ego.

In other dreams
I endure,
the batter
of our indiscretion
a glaring reminder
of the simple BJ
you originally
bought on credit.