Glory Hole
I looked through the glory hole.
I saw a pearly bone eruption.
With Portnoy’s Complaint in my pocket,
I Ejaculated into the breeze
Under a bridge
In the full light of day,
Until all of the pearl drops
Were gone with the wind.
I visited the Red Rooster
To watch the couples fuck,
And gratified myself
With piss porn in the orgy room,
When nobody else would gratify me.
I went to the gay bath house,
And standing naked in the steam
It felt on my exquisite body
Just how far the sperm can fly.
I played bukake bingo with myself
While driving a company car
Near the surge tank
On the other side
Of Sunrise Mountain.
I planted my seeds into a graveyard
With bicycle tucked away
Hidden within the blackberry bushes.
Yes, I went to the park near the river
Next to Skinner’s Butte,
And in that tiny men’s bathroom in the park
I discovered a glory hole,
And when I looked through the glory hole
I saw a pearly bone eruption.
So, walking away now from the glory hole
I keep thinking…
All of this really happened, and others do it too,
And so shall I, as I always have,
Sometimes walking toward the glory hole,
Sometimes walking away.
But, always walking…
Without shame.
Horror Sleaze Trash 