Jason Reuven Kropsky
I am a transactional man.
I barter a business suit for the slight tickle between the rooster’s legs.
I walk with brisk precision.
As I would at The Bourse.
Hammer-head feet cutting the deck of granular sands.
Scattered into the bosom cracks of tattooed princesses.
Notes From The Nude Beach — The Daring Media Blog
A poem by Jason Reuven Kropsky.