nothing conceptual
crosses his mind
trinkets
maybe
he loves big
fleshy women
with wangy bangles
their cool fusion
dayglo lips
blow him kisses
he imagines
he follows them
conspicuously
around the town
to the library
saying:

hey baby
hey baby
hey baby
hey baby
hey baby

check me out
do you read me
baby

my publisher
the albino elephant
says
you should
read me
baby
chickie chickie
baaaaaby
you should
buy my book
jurassic dudes
with atta tudes
baaaaaaby

maybe one day
you too
will be an
inflatable
writer like me
sugarbaby
or at least
a mediocre editor
but
don't hope for
too much travellin
neck and neck
with men
the likes of me
baaaaaaby