Lunch Is A Glory Hole

lavish and lust
upper crust lust
can’t get enough
reversing the roles
spinning out of control
swallow and devour you
lunch is a glory hole


break fast to a corporate existence
brave face, say grace at the evening table
in between both the extremes
lies a cavern of deviant schemes
a stop, pause to sully your soul
lunch is a glory hole



to start your own day deceiving
working well into the evening
stressed out by the time crunch
take a time out to lick my bowl
lunch is a glory hole



proper and pristine
twenty-three seven
at times hesitation abates
weigh your sins on the inside
will I enter through those pearly gates



intangibly sweet
intrinisically sour
the blue or red pill
in the space of an hour
peek through the crevice
get bent, straddle up to my pole
lunch is a glory hole




skip breakfast pass on dinner
but you never miss out on me
I’m both ends of the spectrum
the break towards reality


refined regurgitation
shock-waved situation
dare to get lost in the rapture
of little misused me
but we got the same goal
lunch is a glory hole



spiraling distraction
a chain reaction
every fetish, every faction
every predilection, every vector
well-known throughout the sectors
from the CEO to the secretary
from the ties that bind
to the adversary



in the dark it’s hard to see
you’re not alone
open your eyes a little wider
ragged reality
all dolled up
bought and sold
lunch is a glory hole


shameful, fabulous, famous faces
turn up in despicable, decadent places
privileged or poor
we’ve all got the need to feed
balance our corruptions and greed
same story, different cast
time after time re-told
take a delectable dip in my lust bowl
lunch is a glory hole


quench your desire
for the best and worst of me
dust off those ashy knees
step up to the next slot
slut, skank, trick, heaux
lunch is a glory hole



excuse me for graphic depiction
back and forth spanning juxtaposition
my skank dust is beyond jurisdiction
crawl up and enter
one gateway to my soul
lunch is a glory hole




don’t miss out on missing me
I’m the slit-wrist edge of reality
your pursuit fits my goal
lunch is a glory hole


©2008