this is a 1980's
flash-back from
a life I've never lived,
the girls wear spandex-
pants that pull poor-
poultry into mouth
watering
lean-cuts
if not
their asses
scream from jeans
tight enough
to reconstruct hip-
structure
and teach intestines
of new ways
in-which
to fold,
and cleavage isn't flattered-
much when the tops-of-tits
lay open-
basking-
in conditioned-air
and breath,
nipples like the eyes
of children begging
just-beneath the table
as each bounce-of-
step is almost
glimpse enough,
this is a soft-
core-porn-academy
where the pencils
aren't sharpened
but exist to tease-
along the gloss of
lips.
Eric Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tent-pitching-101/
