RED MUSE POEMS  

Leslie's Party:

Only a Muse would drink beer with long, tanned arms
and sex spilling from her dress;

Her breasts call out to comprehend them
      and drink them like a fine liquor. 

Come in here, it is safe
and a sweet pathway to nightime shadows.

She dreams of spewing whales in the sea-churn along the coast.
There are rumors of affairs in downtown Austin;
Powerful crimes in lit windows of dark buildings. 
Old tarts spread vicious rumors; TV blares with news. 
They wear their old coats like young girls and feel empty. 
Beautiful women hand in hand with passive men pass by. 
Corporate types are mumbling like homeless bums
Lawyers dance naked through alleyways of dark mistresses 
           and unplanned murders. 

Old, fat rich men dream of the dead.