SAMPLES


Sheldon Smalley Meets His Satan

"My, what a busy boy you’ve been," she said, pulling him close. The introductions were over. The band had returned, filled with a second wind. But since he didn't know his tito from his puente, it was all just loud horns and drums - blaring horns and pounding drums. The line of women began to circle them like a snake coiling.

Finally a man had appeared. A dignified older gentleman in a gray pinstripe suit walked toward them. Perhaps this was his bank. Perhaps it was Satan. Then Sheldon noticed he was bearing a silver tray loaded with small shot glasses. Each one burned like a fancy dessert in a French restaurant. His wife would have been impressed.


To read a full accounting of Sheldon's misadventures you must click here.

 

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What the Market Will Bear
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A Psalm for the Nervous Virgin during the Cab Ride over to His Place

Rejoice. Open your mouth and sing.

My asshole, you're clenching, tighter

than our finally dead father's fists, bracing for another

of daddy's midnight entries, now only memories

as faded as the stains on twenty-year-old sheets.


Rejoice. Open your mouth and sing.


Let your bud blossom inward. Let it

make way for the stamen, pistil, and tuberous stem

ofat last!another man's flower,

down to that tightening bulb of skin and exposed roots.


Rejoice. For if you open your mouth, we both shall sing.



In Praise of Men with Boys' Names such as Timmy

I never did find that brand of tobacco,

or boys, that ol' Kit Marlowe swore by

kept burning in his mouth till he died

at 28, a Cyclops, a Titan,

spilled out on some bar room floor

along with the ashes and ale.

All the ones I've tried never quite ignite

only the storm clouds of smoke

which flower whenever you put flame

to something so green.

 

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