Saturday, February 2, 2019

Living Dear in Bel Air

Carpe the fuck out of this diem!

Should I be embarrassed
to be so absorbed in my mixed-
up sensations and affairs?
My family gave me this pair of
carpe diem sox—
tossed there on a chair.
Whatever feels sexiest
feels forbidden, you know—like I don’t dare
show my box of rocks—
whatever I really care
about, relax
into when I’ve taken my
shoes off.... But I can take off or put on my pair
of carpe-diem sox
any time I want to and declare
there’s
a tingle in my solar
plex!
A regular
carpe-diem-sox
cathexis!
But does prophylax-
is happen the moment the shutter
clicks on the face
of whomever’s
right there
in front, next
to us when we can’t afford
to live in Bel Air?
It’s a sun-flare!
It’s a light year!
It’s au revoir!
It’s now or nev-air!!!
It’s
mostly 
about sex.