Untitled (Norval’s Dick Drawings), 1990

That’s what he calls them, tongue bright 
as a prickly pear leaf dripping wet. 
The moment stirring in his pants.  
Crimson cock growing like a vine 
or a stripped serpent
slithering across the floor 
poking into a juicy fat
bear’s bum.

As for moose, his anus ain’t what it used to be.  Ha.

He’s not shy to show them stacked inches thick. 
Let alone draw them.  Spontaneous drawings 
quick as sex. Oh contraire, 
he’s proud of everything he’s done 
and would do it over in a wink 
of a mascara eye. 
He mumbles, Ah the good old days.
As the good looking young hooker
is escorted in.

© Armand Garnet Ruffo