Getting Fucked at the Homeless Shelter. A poem by Lucas
that goes through
whizzes by overhead
by less than
I am so lucky
Now I can live long enough
to go get fucked in the ass
by the older men
in the homeless shelter showers
where I shit out their cum
so no eyes could see
the blood and cum go swirling
down the drain
I am too tired
My Tricks All Have Big cars. A poem by Miguel
My tricks all like showing off. Driving big car tricks. Big Cock Daddy for his little boy. You want to put your tongue you Big Daddy in my shit hole will cost you twenty bucks.
You want me to shit in your mouth will cost you a hundred. The cops said I beat one trick up pretty bad. But if you eat my shit and you do not pay me I am going to beat you up Big Car Daddy. You want to suck my titty will cost you one whole dollar.
I only eat shit if Daddy gets me needle high. You do not taste it then.
I piss on you will cost you fifty bucks. Your car will smell like pee. I gotta calculator running inside my head like the nurses have when you go the ER with like some pimp has broke your bones. Clicking off the numbers you will owe them.
You wanna come in my mouth will cost you seventy-five dollars upfront. You wanna cum in my hole will cost you an ounce of coke. I am supposed to be impressed by Daddy and his big old car.
But all dicks taste the same to me. I don’t own a car. You gotta be careful with the tricks cuz after they cum they want you out of there. They throw me out. And then they burn rubber out of there. Sometimes I wonder what kind of houses they live in.
All I know is that the houses must
be big. You gotta big house and a big car and a heart
smaller than my left tit in a deep freeze.
A Boy is Wearing Gloves by Dmitri (12)
Sometimes men want me to play dress up.
I like gloves.
I do not like no hoods.
I want to see his face.
I want to see his eyes.
Sometimes even if you can see the trick’s eyes.
He might hurt you anyway.
If he puts a hood on.
It means he wants to whip me.
Men hate women.
Be very careful.
When you dress up.
If it is like a woman.
You can be hurt.
They will beat you up.
I call this Boy in Blue.
I made him blue.
Cuz you cannot see.
His bruises 2 good.
I took them out.
Mine do not go away.
They are forever.
So now I am in hiding.
Inside the Buddha.
Where no one can hurt me.
Or beat me up.
I had these sheets. A poem by Trig
I had these sheets
I took many of the men who paid me to have sex with them to my clean new sheets
I was making love in snow
Only really I was fooling myself we were making love
Cos’ they did not love me.
It is hard to love me.
You have to be very strong. To do it
Even I cannot do it.
I will admit it, that I wished some of them might love me.
Might take me to his home, in his arms
But it is a joke. It could never happen.
They just wanted to come in me.
I just wanted to buy food.
When they left that little motel room I lived in,
I would try and not watch them go.
Cos’ I was always looking, at how his shit messed up my sheets.
Oh, before you know it. You will be on your knees.
My sheets in the backyard wind, were avenging angels
Behind My War Paint haïtienne par Anton
Je ne suis pas simplement invisible. Je suis gravement invisible.
Régulièrement là où il appartient entre les baraques en tôle.
Rêves invisibles de mes sœurs. La boue.
Un pied fracassant dans le noir. la
nuit qui tourne au chien que les roches
aveugle. Il n’y a pas de nourriture et le sommeil gonflé
rues sont vides. Le virus est le sang
de la mort.
Shujaat’s Bus by Shujaat
the men who put us on the bus had guns
i did not want to go on that bus
but they will kill you so we all got
on the bus and some of them were
crying but not me cuz i knew i
would run away fast and i better
not rite about it to much cuz
those men are looking for me
and they will kill me
Sex Work by Wilson
His cock tasted like burnt chocolate.
His tongue was acid.
Eating through me.
His finger in my hole suspended like my pills.
The big blue ones calling Mama.
My head like hot syrup.
Aunt Jemima drowning.
In the backseat of a car.
XRAY BOY by TRENT
If you tape the xrays up
to the window you can
see inside my head. My
tricks always smile and
they think they know
what motivates me. But
they are wrong. I do
not hate anyone even
when I look inside of
them and see all the
vacant spaces of their
bleeding and their holding
on so tight to me my
lungs are crushed.
When I have no food by Trece
When I have no food
Then I get these shakes
And I have to lay down
On the floor where I
Sleep and put my coat
Over me so I can try
To stop shaking.
Bugs in my Hair by DeMarian
They said I had bugs crawling in my hair.
Daddy shaved my head that time.
Then he poured kerosene on me.
Stinging my candle eyes.
Then when I got the virus.
He could not make it better.
Or cut the thing out of me.
And he kicked me out and I could feel the cold wind around my head.
GETTING INTO CARS AT NIGHT TURNING TRICKS. A Poem by STEPHANE
I have a bag when I am turning tricks @ night
keep my phone on and run the video when
I get into strange cars
Sometimes I let them take me 2 their homes
I always try 2 get the numbers of the address
You better charge more if they take you home
I do not like 2B totally naked when I am
Then if you R naked they want to tie you up
If they gag you it means it is going 2 hurt
Do not go down into his basement
I hate it when they cum in my mouth cuz
it tastes very bad
You can shoot junk 2 help you do it
The tricks do not want 2 see you shooting junk
Do it in the bathroom
Try not 2 show the trick yer arms
If a trick sees tracks he will want 2
Tricks who want 2 save you are dangerous
They get mad when you relapse
Tricks think you live in a house
The trick will beat the fuck out of you
Their wives are never home
I always wonder what the
wife looks like
A picture of the trick with his family
will probably be on the wall somewhere
Do not let the trick see you staring
at the picture
The tricks R always afraid of their wives
Tricks always ask 2 many questions
They are very nosey and want 2 know
what turning tricks is like
I can only do it if I am high
If a trick throws you out of the car and
you get hurt
Carry a first aid kit in yer bag
Like green snot cumin out of your piss hole
is bad and it will hurt
They always want yer name @ a clinic
If you give yer real name they can find you
You might need the 2 or 3 IDs you buy
A small shoulder bag is better than a big one
You might have to run
A trick might say he is out of money
after they fuck you
I carry a knife