shake my legs
Bela Lugosi: How do you turn this on?
Ed Wood: Well… somebody misplaced the octopus motor. So when you get in there and fight with him, shake his legs around. Looks like he’s killin’ ya.
you scowled whiskey
or disbelief, Bela, both of us
in the knee-high water
and half rotted dignity
half game face, you got down
in my sopping lap
your hot back between
my legs and you roared
though they’d dub the sound
roared and pulled my
dead weight legs up
to your throat like bedsheets
you, as hollow-armed
as I was, wrestled for both of us
like I was killing you
like I was muscle and
hungry, like you knew I was
hungry, all the more so
impotent, all the more so
now with the space empty
where the motor went
