Screwing Trash

  • (after John Updike’s Burning Trash)
At noon— computer on, spermatozoon
traveling south, emptied from the pressure
of impregnation— he thinks of himself
(his own hilltop cock a prop he fondled
and then shoved up his own ass).
The few seconds allow him time
to forget the paper cutter incident
following his idiotic rant.
Still, he places useless pintle
on the mantle like a trophy.

Laurie Kolp, author of Upon the Blue Couch (Winter Goose Publishing) and Hello, It’s Your Mother (Finishing Line Press), serves as president of Texas Gulf Coast Writers and treasurer of the local chapter of the Poetry Society of Texas. Laurie’s poems have appeared in Gargoyle, Yellow Chair Review, Crack the Spine, Scissors & Spackle, Pirene’s Fountain, and more. Find her on Twitter as @KolpLaurie.