to be published in the spring 2002 issue of Artemis Journal.
Yellow Nite Dive
I kiss your champagne flute lips
low rider fuzzy dice hips
we rock the humid plot
rise above lame
island loser chips
cracking dollars & pistols
casino thugs
poster girl i luv your
cigarette smoke foggy hair
lets float in the blue
over the reefs
so cool
your tan lines
always wreck me
KING OF THE CHEE
My lover is a Rantapper,
he doesn't give a damn
about the proper spelling of f u c k.
His eyes are beautiful skylights,
he hates no one.
He holds my hand in this misty land
and dips my earlobes in
half-swollen whispers of ich liebe dich.
He makes me want to
knead kneel need suck
finger this crazy good luck,
till oh my God
he laughs that laugh
filled with everything!
©Tasha 2001
