Circa, Chicago, 2012, prickly cyclops ovum,
Gangly legs dangling from mysterious hole,
coughing, gurgling, shrill, spooge.
She’s missing for weeks, months, more.
Fucking fuck tumbling down.
She said yes when everything pointed no.
Red, redder, reddest guess.
Guestless, guest-list, pitiless, pit.
I’m certain I must some weird entanglement,
some girl, some calling,…Continue
Added by Michael Reid Rubenstein on November 29, 2012 at 8:14pm — No Comments
What Kurtz cried out as he lay dying
Wolves are silent when the moon howls,
Thus spoke scowling old owl.
Let love light this dreadful darkness.
A hefty helping in desert bowl,
topped with ice cream and whipped cream,
and whatever that’s supposed to mean,
she screamed after each ticklish lashing.
Have you forgotten how sick I am?
muffuletta, albacora, mesquita, my labia.
At this late stage in…Continue
Added by Michael Reid Rubenstein on November 29, 2012 at 8:00pm — No Comments