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Number One
The hum of an idling engine
hushed by tongues on tongues
On lips and teeth and tongues
A sweaty teenage
Boy
Panting and pounding away into a weary
Chevy Corsica
Condoms strewn through low brush
From dejected back seat windows
Fallen soldiers
Saluting to the disapproving moon
As he shakes his head in satisfaction and triumph
Of his first taste of battle
She shakes hers in disenchantment
“that was it?”
hushed by tongues on tongues
On lips and teeth and tongues
A sweaty teenage
Boy
Panting and pounding away into a weary
Chevy Corsica
Condoms strewn through low brush
From dejected back seat windows
Fallen soldiers
Saluting to the disapproving moon
As he shakes his head in satisfaction and triumph
Of his first taste of battle
She shakes hers in disenchantment
“that was it?”
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