Late Week Poem

hammerdown
Originally uploaded by Randuwa

THE STUD

He had worked out at Gold’s Gym
until he could bench-press 450 pounds.

He walked around the machine shop
waving a 50-pound lead hammer above his head
with one hand,
and his hammer blows
echoed off the machine shop walls
like gunshots.

Then he started talking
about how much he liked to fuck
his boyfriend.

For the first time in the machine shop’s 20-year history,
no one was telling any faggot jokes.

~ Fred Voss, 1963 -