As it appears in the 2012 American River Review
You silver-tongue drunk
serving your self-
loathing like an aphrodisiac
Spreading women’s legs
to expose weathered cunts
Claiming Godhood
and death
laughing at
your
and our
impotence until
the fires burn out
Your painted pictures of the Basin
as paradise
fuck
with my
ability to write as me
I read your poetry
and wonder
which pieces you
hated the most
A beach
A bitch
A bus
A bluebird
You labeled us all dead
but who is in the coffin?