Doctor Ocular (work in progress)

Not from Heaven but From Hell he was sent,
This Mad Doctor was really quite bent…
Like most with a flair for a specialized specialty…
He had a degree from a twisted school of Optometry.

He wasn’t at all social at local square dances.
He did not welcome advances when women made passes.
He didn’t fancy girls with raven black tresses.
He didn’t like girls in gingham checked dresses.
He wasn’t keen on courtships or even heavy petting…
This guy must have some kink!…I’ll bet is what you’re betting!

Doctor Ocular had some nerve!
He really was quite a perv!

He had a particular fondness…and it wasn’t just a whim
For that with which you narrow when you cast a look upon him.

The Burn Pile

In the sloping yard behind our house,
Beyond the woodpile, next to the place we split kindling,
There was a burn pit
Piled high like a lump of garbage memories.
Ash grey, smoldering, soggy
Smelling of rot, of earth
Wasted.
Burning trash was my favorite chore.
I loved to watch things crackle like orange fingers…
Grabbing empty boxes of Ritz Crackers, empty
Cartons of milk, empty cans of soda, empty boxes of…

Flames hide truths like bright spilled paint,
Thick and hot.

Dirty Limerick inspired by the Baked Potatoes in NOLA

there once was this slut-fuck called 'gator
her cunt was like a hot baked potator
all sour-creamy and tart
& buttery scented cuntfarts
grease mouthed gluttons line up just to taste 'er

Haiku: Ode to NOLA

history in bones
equal parts: kindness / danger
heart of city = pure

Q: Why do I love alligators?

A:
because they are bad-ass.
'nuff said.

my bad gramma.

I saw my bad gramma today...
for what will most likely be the last time I'll ever see her.
...it's somehow worse
that for a change she didn't have anything sour to report
or cruel to say.
In fact, she didn't say anything at all.
She uttered a few gutteral moans, her mouth gapping,
her skin tight over bones frail.
Her eyes fixed on the ceiling.
She responded
to just about everything in the room
except me and my father.
To us she gave as her final gift:
a flinch, a slow blink, and silence.