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”

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”

Greasy Spoon Day-Dreaming

In a diner on the side of the highway my shaking hand pours coffee, flips burgers as my cigarette takes orders at the bar. We have hot soup-du-jour, burgers, and eggs for the hitchers, truckers, and farmers who dust themselves by the door and chat about the weather. Doris DeLynn, with her big hair, andContinue reading “Greasy Spoon Day-Dreaming”

Rust

if my hands were the limbs of my mind I would understand women if my tongue could speak the words and emotion lapped from your cunt then I would know you inside out if you could hold my cock like something more than a toy maybe we could be happy perhaps if we try weContinue reading “Rust”

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”

Just a Bukowski Tonight

let’s cut through it I’m just a man, nothing more and the way you did your eyes tonight is sexy the shape of your face reminds me of a girl I used to know someone who used me not her fault, I deserved it she was sexy too so is your face I can’t tellContinue reading “Just a Bukowski Tonight”

A Man’s Respect and Admiration

I admire the muscles of your arms and the flatness of your stomach I respect the softness and length of your neck and your legs I have nothing but respect and admiration for you and your eyes the bridge of your nose, and cheek-bones your lips and the metal stud you sport with such classContinue reading “A Man’s Respect and Admiration”

Hunting Ground

Lights shine artfully from towers that stab the night sky. That’s the key. The fill light seeps from lamp-posts and taxis and pedestrian cars. The darkness becomes the subject that’s framed in heroic personification. Alley-bound prowlers become protagonists in the urban ballet of apathy and compassion. Smoke emits from gutters to languish. Ambition puts rootContinue reading “Hunting Ground”

When death lurks on your morning stroll

baked by the fresh, morning sun the streets reek of boredom, panic, and piss decide to practice increased tactility practice keeping my head from bowing to track my shoes practice my breathing practice regulating judgmental tendencies achieve temporary reprieve enjoy a brief taste of peace until I remember that there is horror horror and death,Continue reading “When death lurks on your morning stroll”