COWARDS

by David Oprava

Love's ready,
got his pulling pants,
tight black lap-dance
ball enhancers,

monster cocking
loud loud loud
in the gloom of his basement
room, hidden from sight

waiting for someone
to turn on the stairwell
light, the bare bulb hanging
black in the creaking space

below the lives that trundle
on above bitter-hearted
lonely down there
he listens to the listless

footfalls of the people
who banished him from
doing any more harm.
Love screams...

but no one listens,
they're too busy fucking.


*Dave's website: http://www.davidoprava.com/