by Steven J. Serafiani

piss on the side of

construction. there are
bullfrogs clamoring for
attention: porch lights
set the driveways to

noir, keeping the thieves
away but perhaps your
husband snoring other
side of queen is thief. fuckin

brain is noir chowder.

put cock back in cotton and
smile for an airport couple

miles away. the pond is full
of horny bullfrogs.

a weak crescent just
above my shoulder makes
me nervous and tells me to