Chris Early: Sheryl
Legs parted like a pie with one slice eaten inside a la mode thighs angle over sour sheets. They are silk. A guitar sleeps beside her, always, and I am stoned again, nude, seated on carpet, waiting… More
Panopticon
So again this vista is eroding. The buildings dim. The women doze in their Steel and stone barns, their toil Having been state approved, the sheets Bleached harmless and stacked on the tables By… More
Observations From a Penitentiary Window
Darkness melts,then seeps out of the blue-gray sky,while warm beams of lightpour like a heavy rain,a bright waterfall runningdown the leaf-green hillsfilling the river basin.And I’m standing hereon the… More
Dog Flips Burgers
Too politically correct to chase cats / Listens to classical music on PBS / Supports union demands / Burns paw on grill / Swats another fly More