Poems · poetry


*Photo courtesy of Evangeline Vickery


Dirty pig head up on the road rail.

Placed their by loyal disciples.

You can see it,

grimy, piggy, severed.

In another death, perhaps served upon a platter.

Blank eyes, snout stiff, hairs bristling.

An object of desire.

Bacon crisping in a cast iron skillet.

Fuego, framing ham, tongue clears the yearning lips.

Piggly wiggly bubbles and squeek.

Sausage links, hash hearted haberdashery.

Kitchen succulence whiffed off of my cotton coat, later that day.

Damn, I’m hungry again.