Tuesday, May 26, 2015

I Never Had a Drink with Lou Reed.


I Never Had a Drink with Lou Reed
by james bezerra

We’ve spent so much time
with the Velvet Underground
that sometimes I forget
I don’t actually know
Lou Reed.
Haven’t split a drink with him.
The only man alive
whose voice makes me think
of women’s thighs
pale and white and
which should be describable
as either supple or lythe
but never are 
when I sober up
and look up
those words.
But say those words,
sexy as all fuck
on the tongue,
and tell us it’s a coincidence
aural and oral sound so similar or
that they each linger on
so long.

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