Pretty Little

Category: Poetry

  • The game I was never meant to win.

    The game I was never meant to win.

    Light the candles with the foot of your cigar. Blow smoke in my face.Take long draws of cards and chips and liquor. Play it Texas,hold me real tight.Find ways to make me flush, hand close to your chest. Pray you dealt me a bad beat.That it’s all too big, and…

  • An Ex-Catholic’s Penance

    An Ex-Catholic’s Penance

    Line up man after man to break the love from me, force me on my kneesand make me pray for it to stop. God’s put a target on my back,and these men are dark angels hunting me down. See my body fall into submission as another lover pulls the rug…