← v2n2, Fall 2003
Poetry · Volume 2, Number 2

Richard

What's he going to do, mourn the sperm

he lost six months ago or the money he

gave her as her belly rose, is there money

every time the prick rises, did going to the

whores in Homestead, did sitting there watching his

sisters pin the satin tent spoil him

once and forever, what about his oldest friend

hiding half his money, what about

forcing his wife at 80 to live without heat,

where was the unlicked prick then, oh impotence!