Select Page

Miss W

               Miss W She moved in grey and black across the floor And seemed compounded of both silk and sex. Her thighs beneath the satin whispered, ‘More,’ Which sounded most like prayers — or slinky hex. While all the other women evanesced To less than vanished...

Pubescent Vector

   …..                 Pubescent Vector Tom’s shoulders—knots of boyishness—were tied By Jahweh when in Baden-Powell mood But move in that white shirt where they must hide (Required by dress-code rule, to make Tom good), So they remain as veiled, as chaste, and...

Manifold

              Manifold Some factor in the slope of hills precludes Predictability so that, as roads Send out their asphalt logic, each hill broods On engineered banality and loads Of scrap iron, fags, and ready-salted crisps, But holds its dignity above.  The men Who...

Grotesquerie: The Virgin of the Musée Cluny

Grotesquerie: The Virgin of the Musée Cluny           She meditates there, still, on her harsh stone plinth, Her bug eyes suffering from thyroid disease Above this theophany to the nth Degree.  The little doll-like effigies Revealed by golden doors which form her...

Unseen Poetry

            Unseen Poetry   “The dismal poetry findings stand in sharp contrast not only to the rise in general fiction reading, but also to the efforts of the country’s many poetry-advocacy organizations, which for the past dozen years have been creating...

Out of Our Minds in Our Minds

Out of Our Minds  in Our Minds I disapprove the dreams I have in bed. I can’t control them.  They are like a drug Injected in my brain.  They’re colored dread And silliness all tangled in a fug. I cannot like my daydreams.  They are far Too stupid, colored happiness...

Contradiction in Free Sperms

Contradiction in Free Sperms Now why should marriage be the thing that nabs Top billing?  It’s a mere pact written out In lace and flowers.  Frilled legality grabs The spotlight.  Doubtlessly there’ll be a pout Among the drama queens upstaged, the mums And dads who...