Triple-X Rated

(for Newsweek Magazine)

 

 

The heart of the city’s

been busted open

with all its NUDE ventricles

exposed to the world

 

The unkempt,

silk-lined bed of violence

lay slick before you

live, in full color!

 

COME, buy me baby!

so you can taste the dust

of Chambers Street

and suck the blood

of three thousand screams

 

Come to where

all reality TV shows were

promptly put out of business

 

Come, jump into my spread

and relive the horror of yesterday,

thumb through my pages

in between pinches to your skin,

allow me to penetrate your dream state

just in case you’re short of a nightmare or two

 

Let me confront your children

at candy stands with spread-eagled

centerfolds

of desperate jumpers

just in case they forgot what they saw

from their classroom window that day

 

Come, take me home with you,

and hide me under your bed, or in a closet

so, just in case your depression wears off,

or if you just got the urge

to see it all!,

you can just lock your door

close the shades

and take me out again!

copyright 2001, Frank Messina

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