the wild things.

where the wild things are
i'll tell you where they are
where they lurk
climb into your thoughts
like some obscure kats cradle
holding
nesting
peering out
at night

black leather gloves
distressed flannel patches
stuck on their shirts
stuck on you

the wild things
that Reside
in your mind
in your arms
in your thoughts
teasing you
and she
and me
like some mind fuck

like some cheap
small
attempt
at
penetration
a petite drip
of fascination
in some hollow
rusty
loft
deep
in Brooklyn
off Metropolitan Avenue

the wild things
how I cherish
the wild things
so grotesque
so beautiful