2008, the Year of Our Lords
Posted by Rich Magahiz Tue, 20 May 2008 13:53:00 GMT
her fat melts away
not the way
she’d intended
bank manager’s desk: a sulphrous haze
as we had been told
our guns were useless,
useless
with rockstar teeth, your friend’s head swivels
pretty roomy inside
and she gets good
parsec-age
mall rat gawks: “that’s what cordwood’s like”
reunited
his strong arms…
that’s not my Daddy
