Funeral One

Funeral One

At ten a red-eyed
bald-headed, wife-in-tow sits, eats
drinks soju and beer
in Incheon,
rain-soaked black city.

You recall donut
rendezvous, propose third base
position, wonder
if dance will
turn to orgasms.

She has a friend who
pays for it, spending hard-earned
Won for special licks.
You offer third
for free, fully

clothed, no strings attached,
except lifetime friendship and
a tree farm and your
eyes, smile, hands,
tongue, laugh, love, words, heart.

Copyright, Doug Stuber, 2009. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given, and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


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