by John Rocco
“Mayakovsky!” The Russian
stripper yells at me before
the $25 lap dance.
“Yes!” I yell back
over the music.
“His heart was
a church
with the fucking choir
on fire.”
“Yes!” she yells back.
“He did things
to Russian words.
I can’t explain it.
He changed them
into something else.”
“Mayakovsky!” I yell.
“Shot himself at 37
leaving a suicide note poem
saying he was done with life
like it was a meal.”
Then I took her and her friend
into the back
for a double lap dance
Russian stripper tits and ass
all over me
rubbing out
the choir on fire
for now.
*John Rocco at MySpace:
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July 14, 2009
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