Poems by Crosbie Lynn
Carrie Leigh's Hugh Hefner Haikus
... Hef brings me flowerstiger lilies, ochre veineddowncast, sleek black cupssmall shadows, are thepuckers in his pyjamaswhere his skin caves intired profligate, Isigh and pour the oil alongyour circular sheetsthinking of all thetimes, or women on this bedglossy old bunniesI imagine theirbreasts, plate of fried eggs, a rowof tonsured monks' headshis tongue slithers, gauntvoluptuary, uglyold man, my eyes closewhen I roll his nameNer. along my tongue, like theline of cold test tubesthin bottled semen,he wants to plant it, deeplyin my flat bellyHugh junior, and, orCarietta, a child ispacked in dry blue icein silk pyjamasthey have an emperor's crestit is dark in therebut it's cold asthe green jacuzzi, bubblesare clouds on its faceI will crush the glasswith the fingers in his backand pile on my ringsand all the fur coatsand move down the circularstairs, bloated with goldthe flowers are avenus-flytrap, with red curlsflames and noxious breathhis betrayal givesme granite fists, girls scattermovie stars crumpleas I run away,from the gaudy prison cell,of tinsel and skinI'll sue him and writeand build a home, in thedesert, on the suna sequined empress,a mirage -- in loungewear andharlequin glasses ...
The Fly
... tenderly as breath, from the fluent seaof one blood made of two, the sweetness of his pestilent kiss ...
Jesus the Low Rider
... utch and chrome railsshine with water and vinegar, thereis a prophetic grammar in theirdagger design ...
Love Letters
... ters, on the back of our marriage certificate,I think they were my finest, I said, DearHank, the end ...
Passionata
... ne in the next room was yelling,You always get the good underwear!The room shook when traffic passed ...
Skirt, My Pretty Name
... wly turning the pages of my library book:Fashion in the 1970's and naming the dances under my breath ...
Submission
... ly reaching for nightnight will fall in a rustle of wings, the gentle sweep of the legs of scorpions ...
Superfly
... ery old as he turns away from me, the things he cannot dream --my brazen plans, my body full of love ...
True Confessions Variations
... n Chicken Bake, we said: cremate a handfulof skinny bones, and sprinkle lightly over thedinner table ...
VillainElle
... oss, it is there thatI perfected my cruel and bloody skill, and itis here I am devoted to the memory ...
