Auckland Poetry

I asked myself
as I was on top
of her—kissing
and squeezing
her soft lumps
of fat.

We went to
her girlfriends
new lovers
house.

It was a shitty
apartment
building back
in the old
neighborhood
I used to live
in.

The lover was
scrawny, hick-ish,
leery, and had
teeth that was
almost yellow
with orange-
brown gunk
filling each
gap.

His bed was
big enough
to accommodate
four.

Before we all
started making
out, he tried
to persuade
us to watch
Nascar videos
(we refused).

Our eyes
opened up
at the same
time as we
rubbed our
tongues
together.

Her brown
eyes seemed
to be asking
me ‘What’re
you doing
here?’

My answer
was to go
down and
slobber all
over the
top of her
plump breast.

***

I forgot about
asking what
I was doing
there.

Her girlfriend
and her lover
wanted to go
somewhere
to eat.

She wanted
to stay there.
I tried to
convince
them that
we would
be fine
hanging
out there
(what I
didn’t tell
them was
that I
intended to
hump her
big ass on
that messy—
probably
disease and
bacteria
filled—bed).

It didn’t
work.

They went
out to
eat and I
left for
home disappointed.

Sometime
after I
long broke
up with
that fat
girl, I had
the unfortunate
luck of
running into
the *now
former*
lover in
the library.
He got
right up
in my
face,
grinning,
and asked
me how
I’ve been.
I told him
I was alright
and quickly
left.
He needs
a dentist—
and if
I didn’t
leave as
soon as
I did, my
fist would
have been
a good
cleaner.

© Garret Schuelke

Inhale briefly, this starving green monster Hunts the unwantedFeeds the fascinationFumes over lost relationships Remember! We are no longer togetherHunger for horror, appeases my consciousSlow unhappy envy, blankets the nights cryNow see the escaped prisoner from my own device It’s misunderstood, no responsibility to the slaveId would be only pleasure Receiving solitude, disguises the playing demon bluesHear the ear drum beatsThis is the last time your trusted!Never hides the mask, fools know to well He whispers messages of prayer in moonlightSoft shadows foresee, protects your fiend. HidesFools in fashion know! This knows you!Remember Take of my mask. Remind yourself. Because, When the green monster becomes your only friend, Eyes of this demon will see no end!

no bus
is all I want
instead
truck stop
engines loud
carbines up my nose
old lady
smokes her roll
drum, up my nose
rubbish truck
noise and stink
pungent up my nose
old mad man
kisses the air at me
dirty old truck
dirty old man
fumes, noise, people
all I want is
the 035 home

written 13/12/94
vanessa