I Fucked Your Dentist
I fucked your dentist.
I met your dentist in the subway.
We locked eyes above a sea of passengers.
Your dentist was coming on to me hard.
I tried to resist but I could not.
Your dentist asked where I was headed.
"As far as I can go," I said.
Your dentist understood exactly what I meant.
I didn't need to say another word.
We got off the train and headed to Chinatown.
Your dentist said we could find cheap rooms there, and booze.
We found a place above a fishmarket.
The desk clerk appeared to be Iranian.
I fucked your dentist.
I fucked your dentist in the mouth.
I fucked your dentist in the ass.
I fucked your dentist in the jerk-hole.
I fucked your dentist as I clutched the shuddering showercurtain.
I fucked your dentist in the soul.
I fucked your dentist and your dentist came hard,
Came with ecstacy,
Came with supernatural greatness and longing.
Came with frightened epiphany,
Came bruised,
Came upon waves of wracked brilliance,
Came under light,
and under,
Came in the holy bathtub,
Came laughing,
At fathers, mothers,
At dreary headstones
And at the wreath on the headstone, too.
I fucked your dentist for about an hour.
We took a break, and tried to talk.
About hearts, philosophies, promises, histories.
And gave up, and watched TV, and then I fucked your dentist again.
I fucked your dentist and your dentist called out the name of your mother.
I fucked your dentist and your dentist called out Jehovah,
And Oprah,
Arthur Pendragon, King of the Bronx,
Called out Caucasian Buddha,
And the names of the founding fathers, too.
I fucked your dentist three times in total.
Your dentist seemed entirely satisfied.
When I left I asked for cab fare,
And your dentist gave it, knowing full well I would take the subway.
I met your dentist in the subway.
We locked eyes above a sea of passengers.
Your dentist was coming on to me hard.
I tried to resist but I could not.
Your dentist asked where I was headed.
"As far as I can go," I said.
Your dentist understood exactly what I meant.
I didn't need to say another word.
We got off the train and headed to Chinatown.
Your dentist said we could find cheap rooms there, and booze.
We found a place above a fishmarket.
The desk clerk appeared to be Iranian.
I fucked your dentist.
I fucked your dentist in the mouth.
I fucked your dentist in the ass.
I fucked your dentist in the jerk-hole.
I fucked your dentist as I clutched the shuddering showercurtain.
I fucked your dentist in the soul.
I fucked your dentist and your dentist came hard,
Came with ecstacy,
Came with supernatural greatness and longing.
Came with frightened epiphany,
Came bruised,
Came upon waves of wracked brilliance,
Came under light,
and under,
Came in the holy bathtub,
Came laughing,
At fathers, mothers,
At dreary headstones
And at the wreath on the headstone, too.
I fucked your dentist for about an hour.
We took a break, and tried to talk.
About hearts, philosophies, promises, histories.
And gave up, and watched TV, and then I fucked your dentist again.
I fucked your dentist and your dentist called out the name of your mother.
I fucked your dentist and your dentist called out Jehovah,
And Oprah,
Arthur Pendragon, King of the Bronx,
Called out Caucasian Buddha,
And the names of the founding fathers, too.
I fucked your dentist three times in total.
Your dentist seemed entirely satisfied.
When I left I asked for cab fare,
And your dentist gave it, knowing full well I would take the subway.