the times of day are a mandate to do this or that the nighttime is nonnegotiable my legs are a dead woman's my eyes are a fixture against glass wide, wet and vulnerable I am a canyon beneath the stars poetry is cheap it is a turning away you say but I am a canyon beneath the… Continue reading Nonnegotiable
the poetry goddesses smiled upon me yesterday. Two poetry books for a total of $1 at a local used book store. "Beat Poets" was a particular treat to find. It has 28 poets, 250 pages. Refreshingly, seven of the poets are women. Very rare in beat lit! The other book is an anthology published by the Poetry… Continue reading Poetry book finds
You are a Pavlovian mentor I said to him in bed And I your doggie disciple.
Despite ankle wrap, woman at library suggestively dressed. Walks diligently through silent aisles looking for wandering eye. Off in the distance, snoring.
"An object of booty." Perhaps a good erotic fiction title.
green straw with astounding girth plunged through lid of fidgety teen's neon green slushie -- Young Mormon children mingling with Filipino barista at cafe table Mother standing inches away, mouth clenched
succulent -- its name derived from the Latin word "sucus," meaning juice, says Wikipedia. It must be an envied plant status in the world of flora -- a botanical Aphrodite
Dishy brunette: sprawled on floor browsing books on nooky in sexuality section Me: discreetly soaking up the serendipity from behind "Math Squared: 100 Concepts You Should Know," fished indiscriminately from clearance bin
On the sun-hazy Vegas highway horizon in July, a crawling cop car