Flash of Youth

i recall the days of youth
an uncouth lad was i
shy and serious
yet, kinda wild
not gonna lie
often, i engaged in things
i still cannot believe
like the time my friend and i
simply decided to unsheathe
and nonchalantly saunter
through our local neighborhood
ringing random doorbells
when they answered, there we stood
emboldened by the moment
our gymnophily grew brazen
and who could blame us
our taut buns looked so fuckin’ amazin’
this truth inspired our finest hour
straight struttin’ through those Oregon streets
the main road into town
had never witnessed such a wanton treat
until, when out of nowhere
headlights flashed our supple flesh
the cops had lain in wait
in flagellation, we then fled
curiously~, these two cops
maintained a passive pace
i guess the thought of catching up
was more than they could take
in the final stretch
there stood a ditch of epic peril
treacherous coils of raspberry bushes
near rent us sterile
somehow, we arose upon the path
that held our freedom
but not without the creepy guy next door
taking it all in
once inside the house
we made our way into the back room closet
huddling together
hoping no one would thus spot us
well, they did indeed
thanks to our nosy neighbor’s snitching ways
and after everything
the cop had only but one thing to say
“in seventeen years on this job,
i swear i’ve never seen
such a sight so odd, one hesitates
to fathom what it means”
“are you for real?!” we scoffed
for then most awkward did we feel
it seemed he sought to shame us
so we’d keep our bits concealed
this story is as true to life
as any i have ever told
but keep in mind
the fact that, back then
i was just fifteen years old
i may be prone
to reckless whimsy

{thinking}…if they only knew…

if you should stick around a bit
i might reveal myself to you




wait, not like that . . .


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