I Did Not Go Looking For This by PW Covington

I did not go looking for this!
It found me, stalked me, seduced me,
Swung open the passenger door in front of the San Antonio Greyhound station
And jumped right in
It bled red onto my cluttered floorboard and drank the last of my travelling wine.
I did not go looking for this.
When I weighed anchor in the mist
On a God-less Mogadishu night,
The mujahedeen punk-ass hid itself
And played spades in the chain-locker until the storm-winds picked up.
It jumped out at me, horny and afraid,
From an alley in the Tenderloin
Lecherous tongue and demon hard cock, hash-stained fingers and a needle in its shrivelling arm
It left saliva on my cheek
And salvia stains in my homeless dungarees .
I did not go looking for this!
I just knew how to find it
I followed the sound that hunger makes in the morning
Because, that tune has soul…
And I’d ride five thousand miles EASY, when I’m in the mood for SOUL….

PW Covington is a disabled veteran and convicted felon.
His work has been published by both universities and underground ‘zines.
He travels widely, but lives in rural Texas with his bulldog, Chesty.