Poem for the Society of Classical Poets
why does it
sound
like prog rock
you had
your dick in your hand
when Medusa
turned you to stone
is that a suite…
let’s have
some beers
& trash
the bathroom
Poem for Volcanoes
I couldn’t tell
if I was coping with grief
from a distance
or if it was
a vulvic stadium
with black-winged gods
of love