Joe Hilliard

Cocksucking the Alien

LAX comic convention.
I’ve spent all my money
on old 2000AD progs.
Taking an elevator from
the hall to the rooftop restaurant.

Woman has a man
on a chain,
nearly,
Achingly, nude
he’s painted deep maroon, a Barsoom
warrior,
flexed, and taut.
I can’t meet his eyes, her
Arms, flexed and taut.

She nods,
“Do you like my alien?”

I’ll bite.

You can see a porn store
Glittering below.
I don’t want to eat
on the rooftop. No burger
No salad. Meat.

Throbbing meat.
Elevator down.

She turns on the bathroom light.
Her suite reflecting a gauzy glow
Mirrors on the wall,
Of her glistening,
Flexed and taut.
Of him glistening,
Flexed and taut.

I’m on my knees.