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Walking on Pavement Alone - 1. Walking on Pavement Alone
***
Walking on pavement alone
Going home
Heart is torn
Yet everything was fine
We were going to play rugby until nine
Everything was fine
Same group as all the time
Except for that new one called Dante
Cinnamon colored skin Dante
Not wanting to engage his eyes Dante
Having to play against his team Dante
Wanting to press myself against him Dante
Having to pretend I was mad about something at school Dante
Then the game began
The same high school gang
Spring of May, 2093, sang
And I could not stop thinking of his tan
Dante sprang
I ran
He landed on me
He landed on me!!
I felt his knee
I felt his need
I wanted his scent to surround me
I had to break free
I had to break free
What is happening to me?
This cannot be me he thee
Go home
STOP
Something is torn
***
This ain’t good for meself
But a lass, I can’t avoid the delight
Even though he’s my owner’s son
I hope he didn’t grip on to me too tight
He wanted it desperately and I didn’t put up a fight
I hope your grace didn’t hold on to me too tight
Even though your grace is my holder’s son
But a lass, I can’t avoid the delight
This ain’t good for yours truly
***
I have to leave home
I can’t stay here and feel alone
Isolated
Irritated
Consternated
Badly Master Braided
I got to set my hair free
Or tie a noose around my neck and use a tree
Got to turn off the MTV
***
I knew about the bridge
I ought to have listened to my old butler’s advice
That the men under that particular bridge had a vice
‘Married men with their torn souls’ he would say
‘They must be spent’
I must be bent
I myself wanted to play there in some way
I must be bent
I, a young man of 22, am not thinking about a Sue
This is true
I wanted to be a ewe
This is true
So on a sunny weekday
I sent the carriage away
With the pretext of staying in town all day
‘Visiting friends’ I told James, ‘so do not wait’
‘Meet me by the tower tonight about nine,’ I added, ‘do not be late.’
‘I’ll be fine’
I’ll be fine
So I drank some wine
Didn’t really dine
Waited for the sun to set before
Crossing between bushes
Then once there everything in hushes
They all knew
That I was new and a ewe too
So two accepted
And I got gored
Then I went a missing
Full of musk
I purposely slipped and landed on
Stallion dung
All done
Good excuse to smell
All is well
***
“All is swell, I’ll be ready for you. I can hardly wait to start our sesh.”
‘What a confused man,’ I thought
It’s all this disco in the air
And the polyester underwear
Could polyester make “straight” men start calling on expensive cross dressing masseurs?
I don’t know or care
75 dollars for half an hour IN
And if you can’t come here I will have to come
There and the duty becomes 100 dollars for half an hour
It’s all about the money
Milk and honey
Almost nine
Door knocking
Open door
Oh, I know the stare, it’s his first time, he’ll be fine
He’ll be mine
He probably doesn’t even wear underwear
***
Under where?
I hate it when I can’t find the pager!
I’m going to miss his nine
His sign that he is mine
His sign that I’m in his mind
I’m addicted to him
I miss him
Please pager appear
I have it on vibrate
In my breast pocket?
Nobody knows when it vibrates, except me
Nobody else has the number, except he
He gave it to me and said
‘Feel the nine love because you are mine’
I want to feel the nine
Ah, there it is
On the night stand
Hold in hand
It vibrates
I see the screen
-9-
I see the screen
It vibrates
Hold in Hand
On the night stand
Ah, there it is
I want to feel the nine
‘Feel the nine love because you are mine’
He gave it to me and said
Nobody else has the number, except he
Nobody knows when it vibrates, except me
In my breast pocket?
I have it on vibrate
Please pager appear
I miss him
I’m addicted to him
His sign that I’m in his mind
His sign that he is mine
I’m going to miss the nine
I hate it when I can’t find the pager!
Under where?
***
He probably doesn’t even wear underwear
He’ll be mine
Oh, I know that stare, it’s his first time, he’ll be fine
Open door
Door knocking
Almost nine
Milk and honey
It’s all about the money
There and the duty becomes 100 dollars for half an hour
And if you can’t come here I will have to come
75 dollars for half an hour IN
I don’t know or care
Could polyester make “straight” men start calling on expensive cross dressing masseurs?
And the polyester underwear
It’s all this disco in the air
‘What a confused man,’ I thought
“All is swell, I’ll be ready for you. I can hardly wait to start our sesh.”
***
All is well
Good excuse to smell
All done
Stallion dung
I purposely slipped and landed on
Full of musk
Then I went a missing
And I got gored
So two accepted
That I was new and a ewe too
They all knew
Then once there everything in hushes
Crossing between bushes
Waiting for the sun to set before
Didn’t really dine
So I drank some wine
I’ll be fine
‘I’ll be fine’
‘Meet me by the tower tonight about nine,’ I added, ’do not be late.’
‘Visiting friends’ I told James, ‘so do not wait’
With the pretext of staying in town all day
I sent the carriage away
So on a sunny weekday
This is true
I wanted to be a ewe
This is true
I, a young man of 22, am not thinking of a Sue
I must be bent
I myself wanted to play there in some way
I must be bent
‘They must be spent’
‘Married men with their torn souls’ he would say
That the men under that particular bridge had a vice
I ought to have listened to my old butler’s advice
I knew about the bridge
***
Got to turn off the MTV
Or tie a noose around my neck and use a tree
I got to set my hair free
Badly Master Braided
Consternated
Irritated
Isolated
I can’t stay here and feel alone
I have to leave home
***
This ain’t good for yours truly
But a lass, I can’t avoid the delight
Even though your grace is my holder’s son
I hope your grace didn’t hold on to me too tight
You wanted it desperately and I didn’t put up a fight
I hope he didn’t grip on to me too tight
Even though he’s my owner’s son
But a lass, I can’t avoid the delight
This ain’t good for meself
***
Something is torn
STOP
Go home
This cannot be me he thee
What is happening to me?
I had to break free
I had to break free
I wanted his scent to surround me
I felt his need
I felt his knee
He landed on me!!
He landed on me
I ran
Dante sprang
And I couldn’t stop thinking of his tan
Spring of May, 2093, sang
The same high school gang
Then the game began
Having to pretend I was mad about something at school Dante
Wanting to press myself against him Dante
Having to play against his team Dante
Not wanting to engage his eyes Dante
Cinnamon colored skin Dante
Except for that new one called Dante
Same group as all the time
Everything was fine
We were going to play rugby until nine
Everything was fine
But now heart is torn
Going home
Walking on pavement alone
***
By JoejoeGreene
Started on December 11, 2011
Finished January 12, 2012
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