UNDERGROUND VOICES MAGAZINE/RC EDRINGTON


	UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY

RC EDRINGTON

Delivery 2 a.m.

three shadows ooze wet
blood like
pool together
a quick fuck & suck
rape scene reflected
on loosely drawn
fluorescent-lit
drapes

outside
rain licks
my freshly shaved
head as lawn chairs rust
& sag like drunken
middle-age cocks

I wait
& I wait until
this blood black
shadow fest blasts
back into darkness
with the a violent flick
of motel light switch

as she pitter-patters barefoot
from room 213 almost
tripping on her pink
bra strap in hand
across puddled sidewalks
& tosses two wrinkled $20 bills
into my lap

& asks only
baby
baby did you bring a fresh rig?