Phallic Misconception

Trolling for men
Or boys or just in between  
Too many to count  
In hotel bars and seedy scenes  
  
For one night stands, lay-downs more apt    
With primers like yeyo blue vodka and ludes  
And smoke until I was sufficiently smashed  
So that the faces morphed into a single trifling dude  
   
Short fat thin straight curved to the left to the right up down    
Cut and uncut hirsute and slick  
Pink and every shade of brown  
Both the dicks and the dicks attached to the dicks    
   
Fifteen seconds later ever the zealot  
I would just say 'ay te wacho or maybe I''ll call    
In the hotel mirror as my I planned my exit  
The reflections of chests puffed out and standing tall  
   
Without exception, they all primped and preened  
Once cuckolded prowess redeemed  
One winter night Goddess spoke her secret to me  
Keep your pearls girl she seemed to scream
   
In retrospect, perhaps I was asleep  
Or sleepwalking day drinking  
Pill popping drug taking    
4 martini lunch drinking perhaps  
   
Left in the dusty Texas desert  
Trolling is only a memory    
The fact I wasn’t murdered    
Many times, I escaped cleverly