Old work...so as not to quote myself out of context

The Porno Pussy Talks Back

I live in low budget

X-rated porno movies with bad

soundtracks you turn down

so the neighbors won't know

what a perverted depraved prick you really are.

& I'm the star.

The pussy you know better than your girlfriend's face.

The pussy with that irresistible Vaseline and glitter smile.

The pussy with the perfectly done hair and better muscle tone

than all the personal trainers in L.A. combined.

The diploma carrying pussy with a doctorate

from Amsterdam 's red-light district and a concentration

in all the tasty tricks even the Kama Sutra wouldn't publish.

And you think

you could fuck this pussy?

You wish you could

get near this pussy.

This pussy is twenty-four inches big on a bad day.

A telephone pole would leave this pussy unfulfilled

(yet, amused by the high self-opinion the telephone pole

thinking it was large enough to appease me.)

Next to this pussy, you would be an ant. And itty bitty

irritating baby boy. This pussy could drown you,

make you choke to death on cum;

curl lips back in a snarl giggle

watching you writhe like a snake

in a voodoo lady's hand. This pussy

could cover your head and suffocate you,

or squeeze tight in a contraction and snap the head

right off your shoulders like a dandelion in a malicious child's fingers.

This pussy would love to eat you up for lunch just to burp out

your hair and teeth 'cause there are fireworks scheduled this evening.

Your eyes are bigger

than your head. I live in

low budget X-rated porno movies with bad

soundtracks you turn down

so the neighbors won't know

what a perverted depraved

prick you really are.

& I'm the star,

the Godzilla pussy

you think you want to fuck?