I've crawled out at dusk
Entered the street
Rolling my steps

And raping
Slowly
Silently

And impassively
They're looking at me
Falling a prey of

Their
Breasts
Thighs

Lips
And nates
And only sometimes

Hunching the smile of theirs
Frightened
Cried out

Among the street of lambs
The song of a dumb !@^%


In the background
The mugs did loom
Dirty

Distorted
Faded
Stinking

Maybe tommorrow I'll get a knife