Jim Solomone – Two Poems


strutting around in the mush
of her expired convolutions

were an excited litter of thoughts
forever groping their way

to the dirty brown grin
of her under-medicated mouth,

hoping to register
with anyone


Knuckles and Knees

how good it felt

when they did it

the way they had,

glandular heat

knotty flesh

knuckles and knees

rutting shame

all over the floor,

how good it felt