Read it to Me, Baby

Please
often
enjoy
the
real
you

Don't settle for anything less.

No counterfeits,
no fake backroom deals
where hooded thieves
or scarlet scallywags
given over
to oblique
and musty opacities
deem to dare
their wares
and seek
seductions on the side.

Oh, no,
I like mine
right in the gag reflex.

Shove it down
my medulla oblongata.

I want to split hairs
on a calliope of etymologies.

Jalapeno
candied treasures!

I like my poetry
like I like my women:
hot,
straight up,
no chaser.

runningturtle87