Propionibacterium
A young Bill Clinton waited in line until the very last minute before lifting his hand. Forced to take a step forward, President Kennedy faced him squarely …
God sculpted wenches way too well:
Thus, even superior angels fell,
brawling to inseminate
beauties, and brats cultivate.
Fast, they tutored Eve in Venus guile—
the tricks of mirrors, chimes, face-paints,
and how to tinkle to …
This is what dreams are made of:
sepia scenery,
action creeps in.
My Id is playwright.
Dreams shuttle like red carpets
flying over memories,
tall spires & giant Town Hall clocks
stuck in time.
Sometimes I shut my eyes…
I had a verb in my hand. It landed there spit through my insatiable tongue after nights and nights of crouching on the floor, my knees bleeding, a suffering saint, praying, waiting for miracles to appear: like tall, …
Give the photographers no more
ops like this denatured rhesus monkey
turned tragic clown. Jammed against
a man-made wall, he would fade out
of his overexposed life,
but a chain collars him to a …
