T. Anders Carson
It rings of endlessly flushing
and re-flushing
My breathing is scattered
as he calls to make a change in
his life.
Cats meow in lesbian pad.
For a homophobic last season
this is a universal U-TURN.
His body is scarred
with broken beer bottles
gashed across has shrinking head.
I’ll head into the outhouse
to hum a tune to the spiders
crawling beneath the seat.
I’ll have to release myself
tonight listening to Coltrane
play saxophone craze.
My heart beats quietly
wishing for a flush
of flesh.