Selling the Sweet Stuff (For Anna Nicol and Me) You’ve got the chronic magnetic Spilling from that bodice I’ve got talent Dragging across wood and paper We both need a shill to sell These delicacies. Slipping in to hot pants And vinyl boots Strutting in the rough parts Gleaming in front of pimps In tasteful […]

Each lost eye sunrise is A tomato left on the sill A day too long To wrinkle and cave in Soft stomach like Deflating until discovered by the flies. In the morning Covers come off in layers Letting in searching fingers of cold Then comes the choice: To feel held and slapped Back to bed […]

Jessup had decided that old Beanie and Cecil cartoons and Mac and cheese were the best that Saturday night could offer him. Twenty years ago, he was engaged and riding on a bus to Houston. He was seduced by a woman whose first glance at him danced behind the society page in the Memphis Business […]

Poem for a Mean assed woman An electro magnet amongst ants Pulling pressed green grapes The mean assed woman Is in a silent search For the Bobcat’s twitch At the parallel bachelor’s ball Flapping her way Through her sensual dog’s day Every fruit falls Before the woman and the words Sucking up morphine dreams Plum […]