Think Pervert

Think public transportation,

Think bus,

Think gasoline.

The young woman, tight skirt, blazer,

And a briefcase,

She sits with her ankles crossed,

Her thighs pulsing together,

Her grip on the metal pole tight,

Her face contorts slightly, lip biting.

Nobody notices.

Think w***e.

 

At the library, an old man missing one tooth,

Greasy hair,

Think scotch.

He’s watching porn on silent,

His foot tapping the floor in rhythm

With the porn star’s pounding.

Think sick,

Think pervert,

Think grandfather.

 

Think miles high.

A man in a business suit enters

The cramped airplane bathroom

To find a lad, in the nude.

He loosens his tie, a smirk on his mug.

He rams her against the wall,

Pants around his ankles.

Think addict,

Think stranger.

 

He walks out, feeling big,

Returns to his seat.

His wife said she ordered him a drink.

Think adultery,

Think secrets,

Think sweat,

Think f**k,

Think perverts.

Reviews

[Kasaundra]

Wow, the imagery in this is so amazingly intense and I can see the people in my mind.