The Watcher

Her name was Linda
We met ironically in front
Of a River that joined
Illinois and Kentucky.

She was a from Paducka
I lived in Vienna.
and we Talked about how
A simple river
Prevented us from ever meeting.

So we agreed to meet that night
I lured her in by telling her I'd
be river fishing and would have
a cooler of PBRs.  

I learnt that night eventually that
Kentuckian women don't fuck around.

I fucking sat around acting like a fisherman
for 5 hours when at 1am she arrived
not even flinching from the mosquito twining
and the cicada wing flap yappin'

I had a look of bored surprised when she stepped up to me
her shorts and confederate tshirt
She knew what she was doing.

"so what are..." before she finished her question
I had my hand on her ass because I knew
this car was sold.

We kissed as if the world was about to explode
and fucked on an abandoned bridge with only
the frogs and crickets and flies passing by.

We knew it wasn't pretty but she became my girl
anyway.  She told me she liked to fuck all and
told her that was fine by me since I was more of a watcher.

I walked her across to a cemetery and we even fucked amid the dead.
She didn't even bother to question the appropriateness
Of why I chose that cemetery.  She just nailed me
silly as if I were an amateur.

"Wow, the first time I've ever left home into a new state."
"Baby by the time I'm done with you, you'll have fucked
in every city in Johnson County".

That night we made a pact.  She would fuck every man in
Illinois willing to unload on her right in front of me.  She was a true lover
Because she gave me the option to find other girls so
She could watch but I only had eyes on her.

I wanted her to fuck every south shore man, every railroad conductor,
Every bum that she could cluster up around her.
She was a fucking honey bee and I was the beekeeper.

For about 20 years it went like this.  Never once did I get jealous
that is until she asked me to fuck her.
I was insulted but I did her proud but I became paranoid that
she only fucked other guys to get to my dick.

She'll never realize how jealous she made me feel by
actually wanting to love me.

We broke up that morning. I told her I had had enough.
"But I love you" she said.

I told her that love only makes sense when it's not real.
I moved to St. Louis and wrote this while eating breakfast
At Blueberry Hill Pancake House.

It's amazing how Chuck Berry's statue stands there proudly.
As if Rock'n'Roll gave birth a few hours from where I caught
My only salmon whilst river fishing.

I don't really care about sex anymore.
I collect rocks.
Sometimes I read a newspaper
Sometimes I'll read a dirty magazine
and think about the good ole days
dam near gone by forever.

It's never fair.
Life's never fair.