Monthly Archives: August 2018

Midnight Ass Itch

Published August 13, 2018 in Max - 0 Comments

Midnight Ass Itch

It was a little after midnight

when it started.

First on the left cheek

on the inside of the crack.

A really inopportune time,

as he was in the middle of a date

that was going rather well, for once.

But it just kept getting worse.

He tried standing and

sitting differently.

“I have to use the little boy’s room.” Max said.

“Hurry back,” she replied,

“ I need to tell you something.”

Blowing him an air kiss.

He bit his lower lip and

practically ran to the bathroom.

The men’s room door was locked.

He couldn’t wait and

stepped into a closet,

pulled down his pants

and started itching like

a violin player.

Suddenly,

a waiter opened the closet door.

And there he was

hand in the cookie jar,

mortified,

forever frozen in time.

Misfits

Published August 8, 2018 in I Don't Even Know , LA Stories - 0 Comments

Misfits

This is Miki.

Rumor has it, he’s one of Monty Clift’s lifetimes.

Reincarnated into a South LA feral cat colony.

Born into a back alley chance.

Adopted by a lunatic, he lucked into

a life off the street.

He’s a hard cuddler,

like deep into your elbow, armpit or chest.

He digs in and loves on you.

Like the street is hard.

Like the pavement.

He loves you like a concrete block.

Not everyone made it into the house.

The others still live on the street

and visit him at the open window

where he pushes against the screen

and calls to his brothers after nightfall.

Hail Mary

Published August 6, 2018 in Jack Sprat , Marianne - 0 Comments

Hail Mary

The cactus flower bloomed the night she called.

“I’m going to Italy,” said Marianne.

“For how long?” asked Jack.

“I don’t know.”

“Where?”

“Florence.”

“I always wanted to go there,” said Jack, hoping for an invitation.

“I need some time away.”

“That’s a good place to paint.”

“That’s what I was thinking.”

“What happens to us?”

“I love you, I’ll always love you…”

“That sounds kind of final…” said Jack,

realizing for the first time it was over.

He winced and threw a Hail Mary.

“Marianne, they know. Someone dropped a dime on us.”

Recipe

Published August 4, 2018 in Mikio - 0 Comments

Recipe

The cucumber had died, suddenly.

In the heat.

Mikio had tied it up with

strips from an old torn sheet.

To keep it off the ground

so it would’nt mold.

He got one good cucumber off

the vine.

And two tomatoes, ripe just right.

Look at that yellow with the green

of the cuke.

The collard greens were flowering,

tasty, added them too.

To season, basil flowers

and the olive oil infused with garlic

and salt,

left over from the grill.