Rats & Gypsies

New York is something, taken with a broken heart,she whispers. Falsetto whistle in her gullet. Medals in tobacco teeth. Fingernails of lost boys etched on her face. The bruja woman owns a marble eye. We are rats, she swears. Fucking rats and gypsies, Dogshit sniffing dogshit. Hacks. Except you. No, not you. I smile. I … Continue reading Rats & Gypsies

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To Abide a Good Wife

Miracle if she knows, That I stole a bad dosage of that taboo sex, With a manic bisexual minx and her silver tools. I wonder if her stainless beak can smell that psychosis, The malady represented, The semblance of things done to me, for me, By a woman ambitious, A woman taking initiative, A woman … Continue reading To Abide a Good Wife

Summer from a Keyhole

Plot twist: Upon freeing windows, when one can finally stomach that light. Summer unhides such and such glories, Of Monarch butterflies with a taste for blood, Of the world fragranced as one remarkable ass-crack, Of excellent ugliness finding audacity in the sun, Of trembling rumps, smiling luvs, merciful nuns. Paper kites finally kiss the bay, … Continue reading Summer from a Keyhole

Faulkner Wrote Me

Chapter 1 Believe it, Faulkner wrote me, He asked for the heads of my sons. Not Aikel - ugly writer boy, Weakling and winner of one essay, Who rocks quietly in the dark, But the golden duo - Ukiah, and Lemai, Fetching. Lovers of new wine, Slaughterers of swine, betters of Aikel. Dandelion-haired in the … Continue reading Faulkner Wrote Me