SHOULD THE BETTER SING, IF THE BEDWETTER COULD

**published in alternative reel**

**published in the beatnik**

**published in clutching at straws poetry journal**

**published in mad swirl poetry**

**published in new wave vomit literary journal**

for the bedwetter singy
the steamed
fucking songs
and chordsy
his fucking throat
was it weekly
no he said screwing himself
to wretch music
would be too much
like cumming cummy goo
but it was the music
it was always about the music
 

HE WAS THE DRUNKEN GEISHA WHO FOUND THE GOLDEN DIAMOND

**published in pens on fire**

**published in barnwood: international poetry magazine

When Kumar the Drunken Geisha,
clumsily holding his ornate bottle of bourbon,
lifted his head back up and momentarily caught sight
of Akash’s near-perfect ebony eyes,
he became flustered and quickly looked down again, transforming his outfit
of a liquor-stained white tee
into
a lipstick-stained Kyoto kimono.
Akash got up to use the loo, and as he walked down

the marble hall, Kumar continued studying him.
That was when he noticed
the gorgeous artwork on this artwork himself:
one tattoo of a huge yellow diamond on Akash’s left arm,
visible
through his tee-shirt.
Kumar didn’t know if, at that moment,
it was the drink in him that made his mouth drool
Or if it was the drink in him
that made his throat burn dry

DRINK HIS FLESH

**published in the beatnik*

**published in the montucky review**

sister jaleesa
bride of christ

you kiss his
cross you drink
his flesh and eat
his blood

sister jaleesa
like veronica wipe his

head
and know your
life is love his love

is marriage
until death
peter no mistress
he betrays and you
three times feel death

more death
til death
do
you
part

WHITE MEN CAN'T JUMP, ER,
TIE A SARI

**published in armageddon buffet**

**published in amphibi.us**

So if there didn't exist an India
with saris and curries and masala and bollywood

and monsoons and chutneys and samosas
and every other fucking shitty cliche
the white man uses
would the sand niggers of the world be sad or laugh
like sacred cows do?

of course not!
for sand niggers want their masters to be happy

and the white man is happy when the brown man is reduced to catchphrase cunnilingus
sari masala bollywood chutney monsoon samosa curry

good words say the white man
when dothead is fucking motherfucking unavailable