- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Dulac, LA
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Gray is my shadow. We been down for ages. We got that hustle sync with the dirtier parts of the universe. New Orleans for Mother. Lafayette to find Wade then to Austin to report to Gray: Women here are dangerous. Angel's lips are murder but I bet no delicious mystery. All I can see is her swan-arched body and her natural inclinations. Dirty squirrel hairy. These days I house-sit on the coast in Dulac once a month. The owner enjoys soft torture, harmonics, and literary deconstruction. I see Matilda on weekends and Roxy every Wednesday. Tennessee welcomes me back with open arms. Those rolling hills and clear nights. Smoke and wine. Hang-gliding. Charred crosses and less than three inches of snow. No more sons of any preachers. Or daughters.
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