Wednesday, January 30, 2013

The Fair

Over and over we rode the the Tunnel of Love, Tilt a Whirl, The Flying Dutchman.

Ate pussy and cock like pink and blue cotton candy, pretending it was nourishment. 

Looked into each other's eyes until they turned drab-empty. Smiled, like we were still having the time of our life.

B.F.M.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Quiet

Dead sparrow lays quiet,
his fellows pass
the mourning in silence.

B.F.M.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Not Me

Who’d a thought
a broken down mule

would find a home
in tender arms?

B.F.M.

Coming and Going

Willfully I clinched 
two poems
white knuckled tight.

You honeyed my
fingers open.

Two monarchs unleashed
flitted
to purple eyed heliotrope.

B.F.M.