Finally!!!

Now available from Snake Nation Press.

Sample poem:



NUDE BOWLING AT THE GOODTIME BOOGIE


Ananaya of the Brown Nipples 

is trying to sweep up a spare,

my mate in line behind her. 

Others chat in the darklight 

of candles and campfires, 

but I’m too queasy for small-talk;

I’ve been over-served again. 

I’m overwhelmed of the senses--

preponderance of flesh, 

reek of patchouli and cannabis, 

competing beats of drum circles. 

Open-air showers, a communal 

kitchen: I’m tired of dirty

fingernails, greasy scalps, 

unchecked pheromonal ooze; 

tired of this weekend 

of musical gender-bending 

and letting-it-all-hang-

out-ness; and tired, too, 

of this game they’ve made 

of paneling, pins, 

and bales of hay, played 

sans sarong. It brings to mind 

my father’s famous costume soirees--

any excuse to don a diaper 

or a hula skirt, scant enough between 

his particular urges 

and any woman not my mother. 

Well, who but I would drag out 

the rags of her childhood 

during naked competition? 

Who, but I, wearing a mere scrap 

of fabric, knotted at the hip.


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