The Hanging Moss Bookstore - Great Fiction and Poetry
Sample Poems from Terminally Human
 
 
Whore
 
In the morning
she would paint herself
into a pair of short-shorts,
and sashay down a long straightaway
that went up and over a set of tracks.
You could tell she was smiling inside,
knowing it was the sight of her tight ass
causing the cars to swerve
and kick up dust off the shoulder.
 
More than one man fell for her,
and begged her to quit;
but she couldn't master the art of saying no.
So she continued,
until her body,
like a penny rolled over by a train,
flattened out and lost its shine,
and the cars she loved to watch swerve,
started speeding past her,
kicking the dust back in her face.
 
 
A Certain Kinship
 
Lately,
I have been feeling
a certain kinship
with  the sparrow
building his nest
inside the electrical box
on the construction site
of my new home
 
Determined
to finish his house,
he has been working
feverishly,
driven by instrinct,
and surrounded  by powerful
and fathomless forces.
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