Orators and hoodwinkers alike
difficult times are sometimes lovely
watching queer jilted foxes dress in taffeta
a darling comet of naked fuchsia
the squelch of the to-be or not-to-be moment
when the soul is not so lemon meringue and virginal
foreplay a rich—deep—dark—chocolate Hershey’s kiss
his quirt spanking the yak
soupy tornados return to the great plains of probability
mixing motor oil with gin in the mop bucket
freed high-heeled strappy moccasins discombobulated
as the silt of salubrious concoctions unbuttons the pantry of plenty
yo—mountaineers and flatlanders
loveliest of all the caddy slammed his 13 degree loft driver
hard against my juried browsed wow
his slimy fish fin inching up my rice paper panties
personalized golf balls left in the bag
in the name of the almighty sandwich
let it be known: he spelt me up
and I liked it
Photo Source: Jungle8
