(a companion-piece to my poem "Slight Effort")* * * * * * *A good girl free from sin may roamwild as a deer ’mong moldy stonesand fear not the corpse’s clammy clutchbursting through the moistened muck-- Why, just as I approached the carintent to fetch the camerathere lurched, then froze, some furry creature--possum, rat, mole, hedgehog, beaver-- A ginormous thing! Then it unfrozeand dropped down, instant, by its noseinto...

(with thanks to Lainey, who offhandedly inspired the title)* * * * * * * Good God! Katy Perry in another latex dress:at least she’s had the decency to dye her hair,not just another disco wig. I’d be more impressedif she learned to sing or write, though. Even "Just Dance,"if you call that dancing, what pop tarts try to do.You think I’d go clubbing like that? Oops, not a chance,freaking pervert! You think I don’t know the s...

* * * * * * *you're irina, you were in that class, you slide down across from me. steel flashes in your tongue-- your sign.scribbled-up legal pad--that's mine. anotherday of show-and-tell in bohemia, what luck.but why is your poem in all lower-caps? you ask and i sayheard of cummings join the 20th century duh! (“double-duh!”)ha! i like you no but really i think the lower caps is nice wheni’m not really making much of an e...

for lainey and mare, good neighbours when i'm gone . . . * * * * * * *Cat on the ledge is mewingDrops on the pane are wetTea on the counter’s brewing,Just grab my goth heels and I’m set-- Flowers fluster, late pale blooming,Lawns twinkle, moistened with dew;Neighbours inspect my chic grooming--In a blink, they’ll moisten too! My skin is dusted in shimmer,False lashes wink knowing allures,The gem in my navel glitters,My he...

i wonder what it would be like if i hadput out for you that first night we metif i had opened myself up for youjust like thatsomething there was in the sight of youthat made me feeluninhibited intuitive pretty dumbthe slave i might be for youunguarded and alerta night bloom instant in the crickets’ choralshade your ready eager maidenbut this was a service i deferredin that darkness i demurredwould we be speaking stillwoul...

Desire makes for a wave-lashed bedOn which we writhe and crack and cleaveSpritzed and sprayed with sea and sex,Tangled with tidal love we weaveWith no rest, no respite. KissesCross like sodden clouds, an endlessStorm of scorching dew. Lust’s nestLeaves its tenants a mucky mess.These sleepless eyes blink leaden lidsAnd greet a score of kisses more.A weary wriggle’s my poor signalFor rough relief where you’ve left me soreAn...

A crossroads am I, where three hungry holes kneelAnd if here, Traveller, you drag your worn heelBy wave or by wing, bring along a friend,Feast to my famine, my chasms to mendWith cocks, fingers, or fists, and cunts to kiss,So bring your toys, and don’t forget the Miss;I’ll teach the lot of you some of my games,Three players required (plus lube), dirty namesYou’ve heard but won’t speak-- no one’s taking picsSo let down you...

******(for the ravers, with love and giggles . . .)******Shit shit shit shit shit!!!No, nothing’s wrong! Christ, why would anythingBe wrong? No, I’m happy! Don’t you see,Happy is being like“Shit shit shit shit!”All the time.You know, I bet if Hello Kitty were a dog and she could talk, she’d go“Shit shit shit shit!!!”All the time, cause she’d be soHappy Like, all the time. Like“Woof woof, shit shit!! Happy happy Hello Kitt...

I thought they buried you in the snowLast winter-- but, pray, was that me?Curious, how I’ve nowhere to go,But pace the graves at half past three:Mysterious ‘tis, where goes my mindThese bleary days since I spied you last;It seems I’m cloistered from my kind,Lost, amazed, in the winding past.But look at you! As snowflakes white,Trellised atop the gravestone’s perch!How does your trembling lip invite,Like toll of midnight b...

You’ll play these maidens for fools, Dancer dear,Cropped hair atomic pink, steel stud shiningIn your bottom lip, a bank your tongue overflowsWhen you giggle.Look at you: baby blue UFO pants, rainbowPiping, your silly little bump and grinding;Kandi-coated arms flail like tipsy windmills,Funky Dutch style.Soon you’ll need to pop that paci insideYour mouth, you’re so toon-eyed and trippyBut I’d rather plant my own mouth ther...

[Author's Note: A bit of a post-modern lark, this one. There's the occasional winking joke for the initiates. Or maybe that's just me. The feedback is entirely fictitious. In the real world, comments are still welcome and appreciated.]Alexa drained the last dregs of her morning coffee, almost grateful now to be alive, if not perhaps to be awake, and sat down to check her email.She was greeted with the usual barrage of thr...

Grass tickles against the low kitchen windowTrying to raise a wink in that unblinking eye;Alert for danger like a Russian woman,Cat fur bristles against the coming storm.That gray weight of clouds heavy as my emotionHard slow relentless as the push of wind:Can you imagine nowIf you touch me?What peals shudder through the air between usLow and tingling like the pelt of dull dropsOr the distant beat of pagan drumsThat call...

I can see it’s a bit bulbousThat’s how I want youRight now. It’s hardFor you, being so sorry.I’m not mournful I wasSuch a bitch.I don’t need your apologiesI don’t want you to settleI’m not going to hear I only--Forget regrets justSlide into me.

My friends had asked, how was it so, that I had passedFrom steadfast salutatorian to beingSuch a promiscuous slut(a redundancy of sorts, but not their words).But I answered so disingenuouslyAnd with so politely maintained a pretenseOf taking no offense at all:“Oh my God, I know, I am sooooDissipated now, you would not believe!”Ay, that was my very word: ‘dissipated.’I think I said it with a little coughAs though I were cl...

I’m a winter girl, I cannot lie(I could give you 13 reasons why).If this were the Christmas season, what a jolly apparitionYou’d find me to be in my yuletide condition:Cropped and tight in a warm ribbed sweater,I might even break out the high-waisted lycra,Christmas makes me feel so discofied and friendly:Everyone’s being so jolly.We could make a date underneath the holly,Set out for some of the hardy perennialWatering ho...