poem of the day 11.20.13

girl in the black bra and panties

the girl in the black bra and panties

was trying to kill us

at least that’s what i thought

stuck in her room with the windows shut and the a/c on

while the girl in the black bra and panties

sprayed enough hair spray and perfume to fog the air

but calvin thought that he was going to get lucky

i had no clue where i was going to go while this happened

maybe downstairs to a well-lit and well-aired room

but calvin never got lucky despite his best attempts

today he spent the day playing frisbee at south park

with the girl in the black bra and panties

while i hung under a tree and read john rechy

because it was too hot to play frisbee

because i hate frisbee and knew i’d never make it

in america because i hated playing frisbee

but calving kept saying, come one, dude

like he needed me to help seal the deal

and when the girl in the black bra and panties

asked me what the novel was about

and i told her male hustlers and drag queens

she said, ewww, and gave calvin some kind of look

like we don’t need this guy for frisbee

but that still didn’t get me out of sitting in her bedroom

while the girl in the black bra and panties

murdered the ozone with hair spray and perfume

while she pranced around in next to nothing

mouthing mariah carey songs and leading calvin on

with cute little smiles

and hours later when we were on mt. washington

with a ton of other people who had

nothing better to do on a saturday night

but blast shitty music out the windows of shitty cars

and wait for the cops to shut it all down

and i was alone thinking about john rechy novels

trying to figure out some way out of pittsburgh

calvin came looking

for the girl in the black bra and panties

with a pack of dudes that we knew from high school in tow

a bunch of guys that we never liked anyway

who wouldn’t believe anything about him

and a girl in a black bra and panties

even if she took them off above the city lights

and threw them both in their faces with a laugh

i didn’t have the heart to tell calvin

that i saw her drive off with three black dudes

laughing, a pounder of iron city in her hand

her legs sticking out the passenger window

of a stark white car

hanging there like bronze temptation

another missed opportunity

in the warm, thick summer night