The Scarlet Cooler

Her toes sink into the mud
cold beers daddy pulls out of
the cooler
she lays on the blanket
lifting her skirt

feeling the warm sun
on the back of her thighs
he watches
drinking cold corona
out of his scarlet cooler
the scared yet?
cooler
darker than blood

She lifts her foot
but the mud rises
daddys drinking cold corona
out of his red cooler
she shrieks disbelief
“Daddy why?
Daddy
I don’t want to die”

His head spins
“where’d that little
bitch
run to?”
grabbing her by the wrist
he pulls
“Daddy it hurts”

He grazes the crotch of his jeans
and he pulls
“STOP DAD”

“shut up”

she cries
screams
he hears a crack
and her arm lies limp at her side

Lifting her over his shoulder
his hand on the back of her thighs

standing erect
slurring
bronze

“My arm Daddy.”

Lying her down on the blanket
he cracks open another beer

Modern Day Monroe

She stands at the bus stop
Monroe piercing
lonely, starry-eyed
she sifts through the gutters
for halvsies
and whatever smells
of marijuana

She stands
four inch heels
waiting for the number 6
so she can get to the poor part of time
town

and suck the cocks of men
that resembles her father
loosely
and for money
the last time she saw her father
posters of Monroe paved plaster
and stuck her face
for the name

she tried college
her report card
consistent
A big red C-A-B
Passing, sucking off
back of a C-A-B
the best grade she’ll recieve
until after he cums.

Daddy always read the big words
out loud
She was an investment
So he’d sound it out for her

I-N-C-A-R-C-E-R-A-T-I-O-N

Sometimes when she’s working
she remembers laying on the couch
her legs on his lap 

I-N-C-A-R-C-E-R-A-T-I-O-N

Now he knows the definition better than anyone
and she still loves, but fails to forgive

there are some words in that dictionary
too foul to remember. 

Cancerous Crucifix

Walk out the door, bleeding nose, he’s tangled to you like ear buds
It’s never felt so good to be so alone

I’ve never loved you the way the children at the podium do
For my sins I atone.

Preaching pedophiles, naked behind their screen, married to the lord
Can my body be the down payment on my loan?

Parasitic leeches feeding from the last quart of blood I have
And the marrow from my bones

A book of fiction that could file the world down to its five corners
Christ you aren’t the only one who sees a cross and moans

Put communist and head of the underworld on my resume
I refuse to be slave to the unknown

Golden crucifix rubbed against raw clitoris
Like hammering on wooden nails they groan

Someday, I’ll be captive in the crusades, more creature than man
while I can still choke on their gas I won’t be another drone

If they could I’d be tied to their cross, set on fire
I’d lose the lottery, I’d be stoned

Through all of the holes burrowed in my head
The brain damaged deformities, I’ve seen the light, I’ve grown