A Prayer for the Old, Mendicant Wretch

She’s sat here for a hundred years, here, at this bar. Before it was even built, before the old jukebox was even installed, she was here winking at Johns, and Jims, and asking their story. Asking them to buy her a round. Since before time began, she’s been here. Many men have known her love,Continue reading “A Prayer for the Old, Mendicant Wretch”

Imagining a Life with Her

She tells me she wants to be a baker, that it’s been her dream since she was young. I taste the cakes she’s prepared and I’ll admit – she is good. Her dream is to open a shop and delight the city’s sweet-seekers. I taste my new acquaintance’s sugary confection and imagine a life withContinue reading “Imagining a Life with Her”

I Hear You, My Darling

You stand there, doddling like a child in the corner, the baby blues flickering on your baby face. You mischievous kitten. I’ve figured you out. You’re a full woman in the mere guise of a child. Your stumped limbs, plumped with near-distant infant fat belies your true nature, rich with amorous stirs, which initially make meContinue reading “I Hear You, My Darling”

Last Call’s Final, Parting Gut-punch

the mirror behind the bottles behind the bar offer a view of your girl’s face as she endures your embrace and keeps an eye on me, waiting for a time when he will die of exhaustion, or shame, or by her hand and we can be together toss your hair, dance for me care notContinue reading “Last Call’s Final, Parting Gut-punch”

Sensations of Copulation

sex is happening beside me, inside my mind a couple sit, myself beside her like an impromptu menage she rubs her dress straight on the surface of her long legs with pointed hands and painted nails she laughs with her partner carelessly tossing her hair behind her which brushes my shoulder and she excuses herselfContinue reading “Sensations of Copulation”

The Artist’s Winter

dust covers every key on the piano spiders have taken over the easel no one creates here anymore rain pattering window’s glass even on a sunny day the doors stay closed no one comes to knock or call newspapers stacked outside the door recall how long it has been thus a cat wanders this floor’sContinue reading “The Artist’s Winter”

Hammering the Bored

“I have problems,” he says “Oh yeah?” I say, “Tell me.” “My wife is driving me crazy,” he says “You should fuck her more,” I say “She doesn’t like to fuck,” he says “You should tell her to get a hobby,” I say “I also hate my job,” he says “You should quit and beContinue reading “Hammering the Bored”

Of Turtles and Birds

They walked to the pond and the sun was warm, it encouraged them to sit on a bench and they sat awhile and talked. A turtle sat on a log that lay like a waiting crocodile in the pond, while herons tred in outward arcs in search of primordial nourishment. “True enlightenment,” he said, “isContinue reading “Of Turtles and Birds”

It’s How (and If) You Play the Game

This isn’t my game anymore I was told to go home I kick the ball around once in a while still But I stopped playing the game They don’t want me in Unless I follow the rules And make a line for the pros But it’s not my game I’m no pro I don’t followContinue reading “It’s How (and If) You Play the Game”