the Trophy Wife...

was not supposed
to get pregnant

there is no room
in a Corvette
for an infant seat

she dieted
"accidently"spilled her cocktails
wore big T shirts
avoided sex
until it was
too late
to do anything
about it

avoiding sex was easy
you'll ruin
my hair
my makeup
my nails
my clothes

she knew
it was much more important
for her to look
than to be

when he found out
he exploded
how could you let this happen
don't think you're gonna get fat like my ex
what's gonna happen to those $5,000 boobs I just bought you
don't think this is gonna change that prenup

so Barbie
came down
off tiptoe

saw the world
at eyelevel
for a change

the view
was not very pretty

not
what she
had bargained for

Vetiver Thirst

He knew it had gone into her brain
he knew it as well
as if
he had taken a silver funnel
and poured it in
himself

He knew it had gone into her heart
he knew it as well
as if
he had taken a golden needle
and injected it in
himself

He knew it had gone into her soul
he knew it as well
as if
he had taken his ruby lips
and whispered it in
himself

He knew there was no repair
he knew it as well
as if
he had taken it in
himself

The Uptight Men

pants pulled up beneath their armpits
even then their ball don't show

you know them
they have all the answers

the uptight men

worn black shoes are highly polished
stiff starch shirts are white as bone
not one hair is on their collars

you know them
they have all the answers

the uptight men

please don't worry
they won't touch you
they don't even touch themelves

you know them
they have all the answers

the uptight men

they rail against our social structure
we're all bad to them you know
failed priests, rentacops and latent teachers

you know them
they have all the answers

the uptight men

mommy says be home by midnight
without question they comply
no friends no girls no sex oh my

you know them
they have all the answers

the uptight men

they slant the facts to suit their reasoning
as if we're all to dumb to know
their resolve is weaker than their logic

you know them
they have all the answers

the uptight men

watercide

driven to the very edge
where
curb
parking meter
fence
all work in concert
to stop my final progress
over the bulkhead
into the harbor
I notice shafts of sunlight
varying in intensity
penciling down from the sky
on those more fortunate
than myself

While others bathe in warmth
I contemplate a dive
into freezing liquid
then under the ice

seabirds watch
from their creosote perches

I surface
through a hole
in the ice
thoroughly wet
completely chilled

one bird hops down
poops on my head

a well-wishing passerby
a photographer
pulls me out
then snaps a picture
for our local paper
thinking he has done
a great deed

I stand there shaking
the lucky victim
once again

debt

he was a landscaper
she hated him

every Saturday
she'd make an appt.
with yet another young man
to talk things over
to get her free estimate
those young men
never seen leaving
never seen by anyone
ever again

every Monday
large black trash bags
lay ponderously
ominosly
at the curb

she had taken care of him
she would take care
of all of them

as the volume of landscapers
declined
the hated one's business
thrived

he was finally able
to pay her back
all that he owed her

then
so was she

Sexy?

Will I ever forget that first time?

he there beneath me

warm

firm

his back arched

head turned to the side

groaning in pleasure

Will I ever forget that look on his face?

as my fangs pierced his neck
pulling the blood from him
in one long delicious scream

for PS -2

I m the object
of all men's desiring
cause wars to be fought
alcohol to be quaffed
buildings to be burned
drugs to be injected
guns to be fired
meat to be eaten
chemicals to be dumped
prostitutes to be visited

I am the objective
of all men's conspiring

I shimmer just past the horizon

I am death

full sparrow -dedicated to P.S.

last night
they called
to tell me
you had tried
to commit suicide

I hope you're happy now
they said

I asked
if you'd succeeded

when they said

no

I said

no

I'm not happy

not yet

caught

He knew I hated guns

How could he bring me here
where the sound of gunfire
would ring daily
poison my ears
rattle my brain

His own guns stood silent
I hid his ammo
as if there were no more
left to buy
as if that could stop him

When he was
so sick
so crazy
I begged them
please, take his guns away

they did
but then he got them back

he is gone now

from this place
I try to change it
make it mine
but the sound of gunfire
reminds me

even now
I hear him call

Where are the shells for my shotgun?

and i shiver
lie