The Queen

The Queen of homeless queers surveys her queendom on the corner of Genesee and Rainier.
She has seen a lot of demons, but believes in angels she can't see. She can feel them on the air.

Breath. Blood. Broken.

Breath. Breath mixes with cigarette and rises from wet 
to cut the light that's left on a cold Autumn eve. 

Blood. Blood spits quixotically through the city's dilated arteries, 
coagulating where the wounded breathe. 

Broken. Broken minds laid open in the street like ants under 
feet their numbers make them mean less.

Horse Limerick

There once was a man from Enumclaw,
who liked his horse penis raw.
So he hopped a fence, but the horse was immense,
and now he's a corpse in the straw.

Waitress

She said there's bourbon in your coffee.

I said I don't know why it's there.

She said do you drink a lot.

I said I don't know why I'm here.
She smiled and asked if I was done with my eggs.