Dave Ruslander started
writing poetry at the young age of fifty. He is a computer engineer by
day, and a poet by night. The following two poems are his first published
works. We are proud to premiere such a promising poet at Mind Caviar.
Correspond
with Dave Ruslander.
59th Street
A black stiletto heel rests
against granite
the cornerstone on 59th
street.
Long bent leg reveals her
garter belt
white stockings under a
red mini skirt.
Sequined top, eye catching
pledges allegiance
lifting Marilyn Monroe off
her neck.
The breeze refreshing
she blows you away.
Across the street
the pusher deals
from the bottom of the deck.
Suits scramble for the blue
train
cellular phones stuck in
their ears,
have your people call mine,
buy me some of that IPO.
A necklace of yellow cabs
links the avenues, interspersed
with black pearl limousines
Marilyn puts one on.
Get Fucked
I don't want to make love,
I want to fuck you.
Feel the animal instincts
take over.
My fingernails draw Mars
on your back.
Feel me pull your raven
hair
my bite on your neck hurts,
good.
I push you on the bed and
jump on
sucking the juice from your
tongue
animal sounds coming from
our mouths
nostrils flare.
You grab my shoulders and
push me away
I hit the floor with a thud
and moan.
You lunge at my chest and
press me to the floor.
Legs spread sitting on my
stomach
I can feel you are wet.
Fuck me.
"59th Streetl" and "Get Fucked"
Copyright © 2001 Dave Ruslander. All rights reserved. Do not copy
or post.
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