A N.Y.C. Rooftop Party and its Aftermath Circa 1999
“Oh yeah he’s beautiful,”
these two American filmmakers were talking about me
“I’d like to use him in something.”
I was flattered
but wanted no part of acting anymore
I was thoroughly invested in poetry
then I panned out from the scene
and saw all of these heads on the roof
like decorations
later I think my buddy Ryan
had his way with some kind of bong
either beer or pot
maybe one of each
I remember a weak round
of applause for his efforts
he and I were always competitive
and I definitely won that night
there was some kind of electric current
in my veins
with the bright power source of my heart
pumping out the charge
I spent the night at Rhonda and Rachel’s sisters who I knew nothing about
but had been really kind to me at the party
I masturbated on the bed
in their spare room
to a woman who was
also on the roof
her black hair blending
into the darkness of the night
I remember I didn’t get even one drop of cum on Rhonda and Rachel’s sheets
or anywhere else in their room
which was a great success
a miracle really
it was the perfect nightcap
the orgasm was wonderful
and I fell asleep
dreaming that I was in
the same darkness
the woman and her black hair
had also
succumbed to
Horror Sleaze Trash 