Poetry

Pussy hair

What’s become of those vast verdant black forests?
Tangled thatches hiding smiling snatches
Great wiry springy mattresses
Moist and musky
A mouthful of beard
Tickling naked nose and lips
The Brazilians first mowed the downy wild hairs
Trimming and shaping a woman’s wilderness into a
Groomed
Manicured
Love lawn
Playboy and porn sparked an orgy of
Erogenous pubic hair eradication
The rising Mons Veneris beams
Moonlight back into
Heavily browed eyes

—Chinchilla Vortex



Fungus

In the strangely backlit silhouette
of his thumbnail, yellowing & gnarled,

like the one lost agate on the secret
agate beach, the unnamed cove

of remembrance, & the soft moss
we lay upon; the stone outcropping

from which we saw spoutings that
odd whaling gray July afternoon,

she names no one, and severs
no ties, claiming nothing at all.

Todd Young



ROUGH WHETHER

Waves surge, topple, smash
Scatter, rise up listless, flop
Then crash again
Chaos without theory
Fate's whimsy from
Here to eternity.
Naked on the beach we watch
A boulder threaten our Frisbee
Black in the surf, rugged, rounded
It rolls and settles
To move again
Hammered by tide.
Sig single, me married, Mark betrothed
Self-employed, jobless, retired
Home renter, buyer, seller
Three swingin dicks
All the same we feel the
Anguish of a rolling stone
Wearing thin.
Will it ever find a quiet place
On the bottom?

Lee Carpenter
April 2007

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