After he made me come,
after he got me off,
choked my chicken,
and i shot my load,
He said, "Come on, man, clean up your mess."
I laughed, finished getting dressed and said,
"You clean it up. You were the one who made me come."
He's got another thing coming
if he thinks I'm gonna follow him around
like I'm some kind of lost puppy
dog. He's really
not that cute. I thought he was in New York
by now. I knew he couldn't stop.
When you start, you can't stop
doing it. He said, I'm not coming
here anymore. Like New York
is going to be any different. It was around
three-ish when I saw him. I mean, really,
don't you have any kind of self-respect? He's my puppy.
Yeah, that's what he is. My cute, puppy
blondie-boy. Who doesn't know how to stop.
Seeing a psycologist about it really
isn't going to do him any good. I was coming
here about as often as he comes now. Hanging around
all day, waiting for them. I moved to New York,
and started doing the same thing. In New York,
it's so much better, cuz there are more blondie-boy puppies
to choose from. I gotta tell ya', I had my share. I got around
nicely for a southern boy. I mean it was just non-stop
action all day, everyday. They were coming
from miles around. So much so, I had to say no, really.
Not much has changed around here, really
since I picked up and left New York.
It's not like I wanted to leave. Coming
back here was the last thing I wanted, but I met this puppy
of a twink, and ended up falling for him. Stop
laughing. I know it's hard to believe. I stopped messing around,
and got serious. You should do the same. Quit fooling around,
man, and get your act together. Do you really,
and honestly believe that you're gonna find love here? Stop
selling yourself short. You're a great guy. Those New York
boys ain't got nothin' on you. You can't be a puppy
if you want to run with the big dogs. I might be coming
for a visit. Around April or May, really.Which reminds me.
I need to stop in Lerner's New York to get my mom
that sweater with the puppy on it. Her birthday is coming up. Take care, love, S.
Shane Allison is the author of five chapbooks of poetry, I Want to Fuck a Redneck being his most recent from Scintillating Publications. He has had poems published in Suspect Thoughts, Velvet Mafia, Mississippi Review, Best Black Gay Erotica and others. He has work coming forth in Best Gay Erotica 2007.