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Lone Gentleman

The young homosexuals and hot girls,
the gaunt widows suffering from delirious insomnia,
the young wives pregnant thirty hours,
the hoarse cats crossing my garden in the dark
like a collar of throbbing sexual oysters
circle my lonely house
like enemies set up against my soul
like conspirators in pajamas
exchanging countersign of heavy french kisses.

Radiant summer leads the lovers in
identical melancholy regiments
made up of fat, skinny, gay and sorrowful pairs–
under graceful coco-palms, next to the ocean and moon
there’s a steady life of pants and skirts
murmur of caressed silk stockings
tits sparkling like eyes.

The petty employee, after a lot of bitching
a week of boredom, the novels read in bed at night
has once and for all seduced his neighbour,
he escorts her to the wretched movies
whose heroes are either colts or impassioned princes
and he fingers her sweet hairy legs
with his hot damp hands that stink of cigarettes.

The seducer’s late afternoons, the nights of the married men
join like double sheets entombing me,
and the hours after lunch when the young students
and he co-eds and the priests masturbate
and the animals openly f*ck
and the bees smell of blood, flies buzzing angrily
and cousins play peculiar games with their girl cousins
and the doctors glare furiously at the husband of the young patient
and that hour in the morning when the professor
absent-mindedly performs his conjugal duty
and then sits down to breakfast
even more, the adulterers who truly make love to each other
on beds high and long as ocean liners–
securely, eternally, I’m surrounded by this great
breathing forest entangled with huge
flowers like mouths and teeth,
black roots shaped like fingernails and shoes.

and studded paddle that says "SKOAL" woodburned