Meursault teen poem

teen sex (The Stranger)

First ever, I
Tried sex with a girl.
We were hid in
my red topaz, all red interior. Dirt road,
Tire tracks of pebbles,
Shaded away by trees,
Outcasts after-school
special.

Amanda D, Said,
"You're the first boyfriend I've been with that likes Hardcore."

Car stereo played, Bad Brains, Lip Cream, Germs,
What Happens Next?
XXX.
Black knickers, Pale thighs,
Cramped in car.
Yelling and Sex.

And those crickets.

IN a Stove, Oy vey.
Tied wrists with bandannas and socks,
Sweat, fog,
Smell of bodies, tree bark and wheat.

3 hours,
Amanda D says,
"You can't cum 
If you're not
In Love."

Was not in love.
Yet Lucky,
Amanda D had glass in her head,
I was the wrong guy,
In my numb teen skull.
Pieces of windshield came from her forehead.
My crotch hatchet,
Split teen hearts in half,
Would of been a sad cum,
Was not in love.

Amanda D. so scientific,
Admired her mathematical mind.
I cheated a test looking at her scan-tron.

We shared Love for obscure bands,
Fuck on the Beach "Endless Summer",
Community didn't care.
Blue morning light,
Empty boats, overturned tables from chains, grey sands,
Where was the black hairs?
The smoke from our cigarettes,
Blown to Asia.

I  was abstract saying,
"Your hips could birth a nation."
Offended her, but
to me,
Amanda D,
I was listening to a lot of Orchid.

Living Clockwork Orange,
She put me onto Joan of Arc.

Amanda D said,
You're like The Stranger, Meursault.