Trampled Poem by Tony Nesca

TRAMPLED
laura’s a dominatrix
says her job
is to sit on men and women
as heavy as possible there’s no
sex, she says,
but that is sex, don’t you see, i say…
“i trampled a woman so hard the other day
i think i broke one of her ribs”,
well it’s a wonderful life i say,
you got 20 bucks she says?
i hand it to her
she gives me a kiss
“still fucking the stripper down the hall?” i say
she winks, “don’t tell mike.”
shakes her haunch out the door
walks into her place
reggie’s there with shiny eyes
got kicked out of the whorehouse
staying with mike and laura
she hates this
they argue constantly
all sorts of characters in and out of there
scene building up to no good timmy
asks laura to walk all over him
50 bucks says laura,
fuck you says timmy,
he shakes his head, he downs a scotch
he thinks of venice where he spent a summer
a long time ago
a delicate moment with his nephew
in the world of gondolas and passion and
everything else
he downs another scotch
laura’s screaming at someone
mike’s trapped somewhere in his head
i see emma from my gigantic sliding windows,
she walking in the sweltering heat high heels on the cobblestone
GODDAMNIT, THERE SHE IS,
DON’T STOP YOU FUCKING WHORE
YOU BRILLIANT COLLECTION
OF MADNESS
YOU DAYGLO BITCH QUE
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