Rum 'n' Raspberries

It’s said the center of the universe 
is awash with ethyl formate 
C to the 3 to the H to the 6 to the O to the 2 
In 
other 
words 
the heart of reality 
smells of rum 
and tastes of raspberries 
Could 
it 
then 
be 
that the creator 
is nothing but a grogged-up pirate 
Captain Ethyl 
and her not-so-scurvy mates 
sailing the ‘verses 
on the dread ship Big Bang 
And 
what 
we 
call 
god 
is nothing but the jolly roger 
waving in the galactic winds 
of booze ‘n’ fruit 

Tales From The Thick Thighs

Yeah, I’ve got V-shaped legs 
those upside-down bells 
and cellulite to spare 

And, what else I’ve got? 
Tongue-explored dimples 
some seriously hot acreage 
that’ll just kill you 
one sweat-covered shiver at a time 

Yeah, I’ve got limbs like tree trunks 
and they’ll bring you down 

March 18, 2019

Etched Glass

Vocabulary’s carved 
there’s no more double negatives 
the words hang like beads 
strung on the air 
and like an infinity piece 
it eats itself 
just as clear 
and convoluted 
as it ever was 
and just the same 

March 11, 2019

My Future's Past

Barely 
barely speak to anyone 
barely touch the door 
Call for delivery? 
What if someone answers? 
Every knock a possible mistake 
every voice a word away from abuser 
another wrong turn 
another nightmare 
another memory to come haunting 
Fear to commit 
for fear the past commits the future 
In exile 
in home 
incomplete 

March 4, 2019