Torsade Literary Space Corey Jack’s Misery (poem)
Corey Jack’s Misery He’d been going good Corey Jack, thirty-nine One Italian heel on the ring Pomps his hair like Elvis this time Gauges, cause he tracks these things The young guy in the mirror Just shift around and tug out his lapel Mostly thin Mostly cool Talking to this broad, who’s […]
Movie of the Week (poem)
Movie of the Week A small man climbs Hurries but keeps his hand clamped that it glide in care Care not to lose that grip For him each splintering riser yawns And the rail sits to mock his inches Like a tool that measures, the bar insists “You must be so tall” […]
Corey Jack: Working Overseas
Working Overseas He’s sure it’s gotta be some kind of lie Lie maybe not the idea…some kind of scam It starts to seem, when you think about it Like you wouldn’t just end up the special friend Of a guy who brokers weapons sales In the oil zone Claims he just got […]
Rapunzel (poem)
Rapunzel Everyone, Rapunzel says Waylaying her latest swain Surprising at the tomb-still cottage gate his hesitant approach Has a milieu, I wanted mine To be more than that of witch’s hostage Bound in a tower room Do you want to know the truth? I winnowed seeds where the birds had crapped them […]