bitches and the viridian boy
no i never met a boy
greenhorn and single who
could pose sweet even if
seedy to fuck bitches
and cue bays like that billiards lad who hitches
toys to his groin with
fumbling hands and clumsily
comes of age at every try but goes away empty-
handed to the backroom among
the tables idle
the boy has dirty green
eyes and gay manners
bitches have them
multicolored set dire and ready
to cut to the quick and brand his edge on fire so
he places his bid on his
eyes mindful of his stare
baiting with glances and
ogles pocketfuls of lies
be sure bitches are
hopeless and mind not this ill
viridboy gets the fever
and shakes on the last ball
with no one to keep score
and no mares on call
