Feeding The Habit

"I will go in this Way, Oh but I will find my own way out." -Dave Matthews

Thursday, September 16, 2004

Contents, like a bottle

She took off her shoes in class.
There was nothing but the smooth
all the way from her big toe
up to the top of her thigh where
the shorts started.
The boy, dressed in black,
he let his eye linger over
those cool feet those
hot legs stretched and stretching
for miles. He let a heavy sigh
and felt it welling up inside
like a black hot knot in his yearning.

She was in love with the jock—

The boy came in two days later
after having thought, tired of being mocked
feeling confident and cool.
For the first time he made a
straight way walking toward her and
pulled out the block—
held his finger steady and squeezed.

The rest was on the news
on channel nine,
I’ll spare you the bore!
and only think we ought to come hoping,
labeled like a bottle of pop:

Contents under pressure—
top may blow.
Point away from place and people
Especially while opening.