Alone in the club
Metal music crashes
Off checkerboard floor
Beautiful serpent
Mirrored scales vibrating
In stroboscopic light
Pliant breasts
Black asymmetric hem
Skirting limbless body
She hisses up to me
Long hair swaying
As she undulates
An incongruous arm appears
Handing me a crystal globe
Brimming with Merlot
She turns and slithers away
Across her back is tattooed
Pulchritudo est non verum
As I struggle to decide
My early alarm drags me awake
I reach to a bottle
This year marks the tenth anniversary of my first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular. To celebrate I’m posting my favorite poems from the book on Wednesday nights, of course.

Oh, happy anniversary and thanks for sharing.
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Thank you, K.
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My lord – a psychologist would have a field day with this.
Garden of Eden again.
I was relieved when I realized that it was a dream.
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I was too!
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This is superb. A sinuous dream—then you grab for the bottle. 🐍
I love it ❤️
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Thank you, Lesley! So glad you enjoyed it.
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