By the Numbers

BLOOD AND VINEGAR

Lovers walk hand in hand
Through a desolate land
Full of demons,
Their only friends and saviors
One another,
Until one of them becomes
A traitor,
And things end badly, in blood
And vinegar.

FUNHOUSE FREAKS

If we survive ourselves
And the change
Of metamorphosis,
We often forget
The way we were,
Imagining the image
In the mirror shows
Only what we were
Long ago, funhouse freaks.

PROPHETIC LIVES

Daily
We experience
Epiphanies;
We are ourselves
Revelations,
But most of us
Are too blind
To see
Where we’ve been
And what we be.

HYPNOTIC LADYBOY

No one told you
You are beautiful
Just the way you are;
You didn’t need a tattoo
To complement your breasts
Or enhance your cock and balls;
All you need to do
Is take off your clothes,
Hypnotic ladyboy.

BEYOND MERE DELIGHT

Amanda Lee
Strips and masturbates
Just for me,
So I can see
Her flat breasts,
Hard cock,
And balls, risen high
Inside her scrotum tight;
To watch her
Strip and masturbate
Is a pleasure beyond
Mere delight.

BLOOMS

There is a flower
In her hair
And a blossom
At her ear;
She wears a daffodil
Between the cheeks
Of her derriere,
Calling herself
Amanda Flowers.

AIRBRUSH

We allow tattoos
Facelifts
Mammary uplifts
And implants
For breasts and butts;
We permit tummy tucks,
Rhinoplasty, and even sex-
Reassignment surgery,
But God help the fool
Who’s caught airbrushing
A picture of a picture
Of a picture of herself!

HELTER SKELTER

Have you seen Eleanor
I cannot find her
Since she stopped leaving
Her face in a jar by the door,
And, now, only walruses
Named “Paul” appear
In the crosswalk on Abbey Road,
The traffic snarled
And the sky an angry darkness
About to fall.

A

I’ve been working my way
Through the “A’s” for days.

(Yes, dear, poems are like tattoos
In some ways.)