Undress Me Michael Bettencourt In a bar, Laura turns to Stefan and asks him to undress her by word of mouth, in his best mother tongue.
The Bag Les Marcott What's in the bag? Well…sometimes its drugs…oh hell…a lot of times its drugs. It's Columbian Gold, its Mexicali madness, its bitter root, it's a mysterious white powder.
More Poems For The Chorus Of RocksGriselda Steiner In "MARY M and THE MAD PROPHET" - that spans millennia from the Old World to the Biblical Time of Jesus to the Now - the Chorus of Rocks appear on stage as actors draped in white robes in the desert.
Two PoemsKathi Wolfe Till We Had Faces Rude Awakening