Having a drink, Turkey on ice
lusting for pink, liquified rice.
Blood seeping out, raspberry red
lips in a pout, silence in bed.
Flyer’s rewards, points, a few knots,
calves stiff as boards, promise of clots?
Flu it can’t be, stabs in the chest,
chamomille tea, plenty of rest.
Sunrise will come, always at Dawn,
proud stands the rum, human souls gone.
We owned a duck, as white as snowhe had a lengthy, ropy neck.Was called the chiropractic birdand had respect due to his shape.That Christmas he had overheardthat at his neck’s extended napewe’d planned to make a clean-through cutfor turkeys were not our tastehe saw himself in our pota-roasting slowly, catching baste.Two days before the guillotinewhen…
Yes, the devil is malehe lives in the detailand for me, he’s the sommelier.
once like a toyof flesh and bone.Remains a ladat ninety ninea little sadbut he’s all mine.
My hair is wet, my eyelids closed,Covered, coated, spared, my nose.My lips are rich, my mouth white rose.My breasts are mountains, frosted topsBelly a valley of snowy drops.My hips are ski slopes, warm and slickLegs are creamy without a nick.Within this milky way of dreams,Crème pour le corps, sweetened cream;The center spawns a molten stream,Its…
one of the 38 peacemaker coltsand fourteen cowboy suits,the spinning top from Grandmaand the skis, as well as those contraptionsthat would cut into the leather of our boots,we’d float across the ice; the Bowie knifeat fourteen years, and then the twenty-two,three speeds, it was the envy of all bikes,I can’t remember all, though it was…
Beggar carried a white cane,needed dough for hunger pain.Said BIG Arnie Schwarzenegger‘look at me you filthy beggar,I have always been the best,here is proof, I’ll bare my chest.’Did, but quiet stayed the beggar,said ‘your worship Schwarzenegger,I was hurt at Wounded Knee,and since then I cannot see.’With disgust the muscle guvwho was with himself in lovewalked…
