Monday, September 8, 2008


i saw what i thought was a 60 year old woman and her young dashing son.

it wasn't until her hands were between his legs and her tongue was on his neck that my vision gave out and i began to question the structure and integrity of humanity.

[spots in my dying eyes and me trying not to give in to hysterics. these strange moments. i live for them.]


s.k.namanny said...

This is a great poem.

Didn't Colin Malloy sing something about the older women, "dalliant and dainty," and all the boys they drag about?

.när'sĭ-sĭz'əm. said...


dainty my ass.

here in texas we make them spotted and cruel to the eye, with orange skin and an affinity for shimmering makeup.


my poor mind.

and those poor kids standing all of two feet away.