Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 06/11/21

Telephone: Hysterical Reveries

You settled in your kitchen 

the one time we drank liquor,

furious that I was lost.

You yelled and wept and drank more.

I thought more fucking would help us.

When you quieted, we tried.

Your cunt on top of me said,

Yes, but the rest of you sour, No.

We fucked and fucked and fucked, stopped.

You stood up and I followed,

stopping, sticking my right foot

onto the sharp metal stop

of the old dial phone ringing.

On my left side

I dream I plan

To fuck old Gram

She’s into it

Softly shyly

Welcoming me

Into her cunt

For a long ride

Spelling her needs 

With consonants 

Her age appears

When she comes hard

Grabbing me with

Every muscle

Connected to

Her cunt and mouth

Goodbye she cries

And dies happy

And I die fine

Β©2021 Alan Bern All rights reserved.

Retired librarian Alan Bern’s poetry books: No no the saddest and Waterwalking in Berkeley, Fithian Press; greater distance, Lines & Faces, his broadside press with artist/printer Robert Woods, Alan has had poems, stories, and photos published in a wide variety of online and print publications, from which his work has won awards and been nominated for Pushcart Prizes. Alan performs with dancer/choreographer Lucinda Weaver as PACES: dance & poetry fit to the space and with musicians from Composing Together,

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