Bestiality in the Badlands, Circa 1958

(Scripps)

Round Rushmore,
Stark weather,

While way back west
In Tinseltown,

Another heart
Crushed

Bunny's bleeding, but
Claude

Hopper's hitch--

Cock's not wholly
Above

Suspicion.

Compost Heap

Mine's over there,
Tucked a-

Way out of sight
Down in the corner,

You have to get real close
To see these worms

Never sleep.

Clarity, or Knife in the Water

Though we do not see the mind
Carving, the knife in question

Appears clearly inscribed
In the water's reflection.

Look Homeward, Angel

Guardian--

You thought I was looking
To call out to Him,

But how when
So many are still

Lost in a haystack
On the head of a pin?

Incompatibility, Or Two Separate Worlds

Sappho supplicant, hers was religiously highbrow,
Nuns versed in poetry, divinely delicate Greeks.

His? One where offal-eating Huns ran roughshod,
Licking bare-ass pussy whipped artistic geeks.