The Word Kept Word
I’ve mistook
whores
for whores
pimps
for pimps and
reading between the lines as
reading between the lines.
I’ve mistook
what I love
and that I’ve loved
but never
what I hate
or that I’ve hated.
At Goodwill once
I saw a one-legged veteran
rise from his wheelchair
drop his shorts
and piss on a crucifix.
As they wheeled him out
he yelled
he wished he had
two cocks
so he couldn’t give
two fucks.
It’s hard to think
he could’ve been mistaken.
Horror Sleaze Trash 