" hey, grondelski " __ 003 __ scooter's canto

\ Scooter’s Canto \

/ Hey, Grondelski /

Hey, Grondelski

let’s grind!

I’ll push your legs back

your fine legs back

till your tiny cunt grows

chrome! fine! perfect!

taste it meaty

the line of it

the fissure

lapped at

like a beast on

a salt block

lather it up and fuck you

while you whimper

and I too whimper

your Chelsea boots

and coat

hey!

and your face

I’ll move my fingertips

over it

like the blind

construct memories

from sculptures of touch

your face replicated

as a plate sized

medallion worn around

my neck

I’ll follow you –

though it’s creepy

I know –

I’ll follow you

to the address I found

on an application form

and will stand outside

in silent darkness

will imagine the life

beyond the glass

the life you have

and not I

only for a moment

don’t say goodbye!

don’t say goodbye!

don’t say goodbye!

before you’ve said “hello”

would you like to be cherished

for I can cherish

I will imagine

and envy your garments

taut around your dips

and promontories

envy the food that

enters you

and the shit that

exits you

envy the walls that

watch you sleep

and wash and cook

and work and

sometimes masturbate

when did I become

so much older than

all those younger.