Let us go then, you and I,
When the afternoon is spread out against the sky
Like a patient plastered on Mai-Tai’s
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of male cum-guzzlers in cheap saunas
And used condoms slathered in K-Y:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of lewd and depraved intent
To lead us to the usual question . . .
Oh, do not ask, “To be fucked?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room businessmen cum and go
Talking of the young studs they wanted to blow.
And so I entered that subterranean habitué of debauchery,
and didn’t wait long for a man to pleasure me.