Beware The Madmen ≈

One Night Stanzas

He's not prety,
really. Porcupine hair. Knuckles
for eyeballs. But he slays them
with that voice,
a slow bear climbing
a honey tree,
those kisses a barn full
of electric swallows,
that cock
a shot of bourbon
smoothing them out.
Women full of a fool.
Afterwards they roll around
with their wedded husbands
like dogs gone wild
with fleas.

Don Winter's "Beware the Madmen" cover

Limited, signed copies,
with artwork by Harland Ristau