her quasi hippie trust fund pussy by Ben Newell

Women sure can rob you of your
manhood, he said.

A shard of wisdom
from my old friend and roommate,
imparted some seventeen years ago
when we were still sharing
an apt.

His roundabout way of calling me
a punk
for eating tofu
and reading Rumi.

And he was right;
I knew it even then
when I still had a hard-on
for her quasi hippie
trust fund pussy.

Eating her flavorless foods
and reading her
shitty books,
pushing through those awful volumes,
hoping to find my reward
at the end,
her quasi hippie
trust fund pussy.

But it never happened;
I eventually abandoned the project,
went back to burgers
and barbecue
and buk
as she fucked my old friend
and roommate
who preferred thick tomes
filled with various computer languages,
more complex shit
I couldn’t comprehend.

Ben Newell is a fortysomething library clerk in Jackson, Mississippi.  His poems have appeared in Carcinogenic Poetry, LUMMOX, My Favorite Bullet, Nerve Cowboy, Pink Litter, Yellow Mama, and other underground publications.

Ben Newell is a fortysomething library clerk in Jackson, Mississippi. His poems have appeared in Carcinogenic Poetry, LUMMOX, My Favorite Bullet, Nerve Cowboy, Pink Litter, Yellow Mama, and other underground publications.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s