Bloom (Late)

Here's a (very) short little oddity of a poem. Upon re-reading this, it certainly comes off a little creepier than intended. Oh well...I still like the way some of the words work here. Just remember, kids: the writing does not always necessarily reflect the writer...ha!




BLOOM (LATE)
or, "the hell of a delayed libido"

lust came tardy to the party

las chicas were never knocking

though plenty mentally stalking

the passion of rubbers

is for sex said me

(not peter murphy)