The Untitled

Joe met Frank whilst working out at the YMCA.

The bench presses and the forearm curls are what got

them off that day.

On the floor of a darkened wait room.

For an hour these two did lay.

In the distance they heard others basketball their

lives away, their lives away.

Their workout being over to the showers these two did

go.

In the shower room they showered and Frank gave his

soap to Joe.

A varicose veined tired exec, what the thing just did

not know.

Frank asked his chum to do his back and places down

below, down below.

To Frank's request Joe did agree with a time square

sleazy smile.

The gaping mouths of washed up jocks could not cramp

Joe's style.

Fondling done with soaped up hands can indeed beguile

It was Greek to them and they came again

Trashing on cold tile, on cold tile.

They strolled around the locker room taking in the

sights.

They mounted scales, they weighed themselves.

Out of habit they checked their heights.

Together they squeezed blackheads underneath

fluorescent lights.

Then Frank performed a modern dance in Joe's bikini

tights, bikini tights.

Joe and Frank they left the 'Y' their exercising done.

They ambled down West 63rd, their love had just begun.

Back inside a dad tied sneakers for his six year old

young son.

And around and around the indoor track a pretty girl

did run, she did run.