David p Bates

by Horror Sleaze Trash on May 5, 2013

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David p Bates currently resides in Austin, TX.

 

THE WAY YOU LAUGH

 

here’s your goddam

cranberry juice

and tampons

 

oh poor baby

is your ego bruised

 

hell no I

 

told the clerk

I like to dip ’em

and suck ’em

 

your disgusting

 

oh yeah I say

as I lift your legs

pull down your pajamas and

pull the cord with my teeth

 

 

CC: UNCLE SAM

 

you say lick a stamp and send it to someone who cares

and I say you don’t have to lick stamps anymore

they’re adhesive

and you say fuck you you have an answer for everything

and I say no I don’t and you say

see? see?

 

and i say fuck you the letter will get there saturday

and you say no

no it won’t

the post office has suspended saturday service

and I say since when and you say

soon

they announced it last week

 

and I say baby

just because the post office is falling apart

doesn’t mean america is falling apart

we’re americans and americans don’t

fall apart

 

and you say but we do

see? see?

 

 

DRUNK ON SATURDAY

 

clipping a wart off my finger

with a finger nail clipper

 

watching TV

 

you say there’s genocide

going on

right now

 

and I say yum

baby brains and gray guts

 

machete smile and gun rape

 

little birdies dirty feet

 

and you punch my mouth as if

my words change the world

 

 

NOBINDADDY

 

I play with her feet by the fountain

while the joints pass

and I say something stupid

that works

and we’re driving now

towards her apartment

and now we’re there

I wanna show you something

let me turn the light on

and she licks my cock along its side

slowly making it look bigger than it is

tells me she’s shaved her pussy

since the day it began growing hair

and I should meet her dad

we’re the same age

 

 

THE OTHER SIDE

 

a bad dream

of a whole room

its floor covered

in kittens

 

a purring stirring

carpet sea of kitten

 

a gray one yawns

a brown one stretches

a calico has her dumb little tongue

sticking out while she sleeps

 

the monster is behind me

I’m wearing soccer cleats

 

I leap as far into the room as I can

to spare as many as I can

 

then I just run

sttommpinng

 

 

YOUNG HIPPIES

 

I play a CD and she says

oooh I love the beatles

and I say it’s not the

beatles

 

i kiss her for a minute

and begin to reach beneath her shirt

 

she stops me

 

if it’s not the beatles

then who is it

 

that’s the name of the band baby

 

she lets my hand down her jeans

moves her legs apart

releases heat

then stops

 

are you sure

 

because this really sounds like the beatles

 

 

 

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