Colin Gee
Poems
La Diva La Diva Who is La Diva not you bathrobe between the legs in the shards of shattered mirror stuck in tufts of red shag but La Diva’s drink is intact crooked in it innit gossamer as an anapest what it’s worth to have learned what it …
For you Sam Sam calls it this human experiment I ripped off the phrase It features in the opening story of my book Which I sent to Sam Who read the entire goddamn thing No one else did that But he did He read it all Except for my Beowulf …
Hey Lefty Lefty’s eyes went queasy then wet as good pussy This is Mom said the voice on the phone Tears sprang from Lefty’s face Tarantino leer quavered He excused himself from the podcast. The blow-up doll in the tree shuddered and sagged in the wind.
Luigi Lefty’s barkeep where I met him on the nude beach Zipolite, Oaxaca Two thousand fourteen Big Italian went chest first no shirt and drank from the bottle ran drugs from a friend’s bar the Colivri Hummingvird I never told you Lefty told me one day I was Luigi’s gardener. …
