Don Winter

 

One Night Stanzas

 

He’s not pretty,

really. Porcupine hair. Knuckles

for eyeballs. But he slays them

with that voice,

a slow bear climbing

a honey tree,

those kisses a barn full

of electric swallows,

that cock

a shot of bourbon

smoothing them out.

Women full of a fool.

Afterwards they roll around

with their wedded husbands,

like dogs gone wild

with fleas.

 

               -Don Winter