Walking on Pavement Alone - 1. Walking on Pavement Alone

 

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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