alexandre arnau

Rookie (9.26.72 -? / new york city)

Writer's Block (Look But Don'T Touch) - Poem by alexandre arnau

sitting here
staring at this
blank screen
the keys
biting my fingers
like bitter whores
and this chair
playing my ass
like a worn out tune
on a cheap jukebox

phrases and words
dance behind my eyes
undulating on
a disco stage
up and down a brass pole
mocking my hunger
with a teasing singsong:

'there is no inspiration
in the champagne room'

if i were brave enough
i would run up to the stage
and grab a fistful
of it
squeeze it
lick it
rub it on my face
and run out the door
with a hot hand
musky cheeks
and sticky sweet lips
just some fuel
for a masturbatory fire

the song is over
and the words turn cold
and do a black cat stroll
back into
their place
where they will wash up
dress themselves
as something else
and leave me cold
emptiness in hand
with the screen
still fucking blank

poema interruptus

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 17, 2005

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