T told me: “Crows are smart” then “You’re a different person from when you walked in here, your posture, the … More
Category: Saratoga
Vampyra holler-hawks hand-jobs at the horse-race hoe-down
Vampyra holler-hawks handjobs Like them Pabst Blue Ribbon jerks To them underage Cracker Jack kids Still in hock to their hands Through … More
Vampyra drinks dangerous tea
Gargantua vampyra Rubs the femoral-vein Of her shrapnel side of beef Lolls That city-block Slab o’ tongue Over the icy … More
Insensible their overgrown hooves
Dessicated, Cheerleaders Shod in spikes Insensible, Their hypertensive hooves
Well-heeled hornets stillborn
All them well-heeled hornets w hummingbird legs and their stillborn eggs
Children that come without blame
The pretty brown-haired blue-eyed debutante in the walker: You could put it down to a skiing accident But it’s August … More
Children, take your places
Watching all the young Turks playing grownup in grownup clothes w grown up cigars & hats
Them high-heeled little girls
Them high-heeled little girls, sure, sure, their hope-chest hymens come high-five unhinged.
Them high-heeled
but the anus still between us, and also with us, father; the rectum pre-speculum the rosebud as yet un-rodded
Kerosene tits set to ignite
Them ladies w smiles peeled personal-trainer tight, kerosene tits set to ignite, their husbands a-strafe their bedroom superfund site
Like the little girl loved a horse
The woman in the Jim Dandy Bar, w her bloodstain of an eruption, of a fascinator, crisis, of a hat; … More
The man w the moth at his throat
The man w the moth at his throat
Hats that hang like crimes confessed
Birds-o-paradise from brownfields stagger on broken heels, wear hats that hang like crimes confessed, like sodden cigarettes, like tin-snipped ailerons, … More
Feathers from plenty war bonnets
We watch palsied pickpocket partridges pluck feathers from plenty war bonnets
The heifers in curls
The heifers in curls See always the dawn, Bolt-on Spray-on Turnbuckled their pearls
The colt-leggèd girls
The colt-leggèd girls, never see the dawn
The man w the moth in his mouth
The man w the moth in his mouth
The people, the watch, the whole enchilada
Bitter Porch Troll in the line for The Porch “Is this the reservation line?” “Do you have a reservation?” “No. … More
AirBnB, win some, lose some, leave a mark
It’s clear that the architectural rehab of 17 La Fayette Streetwas done with expertise and pride of work. The same cannot be … More