Monday, February 22, 2010

tribute # 160 - Catherine Bach

not thought of
since coloring book days
(guiltily crayoning her chest)

then night cinema

friend's knees blown out
(fire hydrant style)

double jetting her
turban-twist dress
which dissolved

she squatted oil-slicked
beside him, her erection lifts --

never men with clits. funny.


mia said...

this poem is driving me a bit wild
pearl, trying to figure her out...
but i like that...i've read her
four times & plan to return.

Pearl said...

thanks Mia.

hope to see you back.