Jennifer

Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the ground
Infront of the snowcone stand
And began licking at the girls eyeballs
As if they were sugar cubes.
Their bodies convulsed and flailed
With an almost seizure like intensity
At times their pale limbs seeming to shift back
And forth from one torso to the other

A crowd gathered almost immediately
To watch these two girls tie and untie their bodies
Like a pair of pit-vipers
They were confused or concerned
Or shocked, or aroused, or all of the above.
But no-one dared interfere with the performance
Jennifer's long ashen hair hung down

Concealing the girls face like a curtain around a hospital bed
No one had any idea
That the girls eyes were revolving
Under her ruby tongue
"This is disgusting, it's pornography"
Exclaimed a pasty slut white woman in a fur coat
Vanilla ice-cream smeared across her double chin

Like a money shot
Counting a balding professor type in his mid-forties
His left hand stuffed crassly down the front of his pants
"No, no, no. This is beautiful, this is art."