Astrological sign of the fish, Pisces rules the feet  Oh shoes!…how you wear me down so! Either defying gravity on my pointed Swan Lake toes or on my humbled hobo knees  shuffling for your twin   Give me your tired   your worn…your unlaced  well-heeled  marked-down tugboats drifting like smelly used dreams in the basements of Salvation Army and Goodwill stores discarded and unloved   feet—yearning to be free Always that scorned and vacant stare— this … Continue reading Why Mermaids Don’t Limp by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

“I love the smell of napalm in the morning.”-Apocalypse Now I love the smell  of fresh blood in the morning the stench of burning flesh    venting through my every pore How your lips are pressed for time how mine grow red and sore from the bruising and the biting How to find love more inviting when both feet are out the door  I don’t know why this reverie…the dust of memory   slips through our mind … Continue reading Meltdown by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

Why is your mouth  an open wound  that never weeps?  Surely you own a sound   that can open at least   one door to Heaven  that can enter me whole   or not at all   Even the city cries at night  I have heard it sobbing   under the straining metal  of its mighty erections  I have heard it moan   under the topple of stars  that melt in the sky   Dying streetlamps   stare back  at the press of your body  as you pour yourself    into … Continue reading Enter Me Whole or Not at All by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

Hey GirlI’d like to take a hit    off of you!He said in that smoky voice thatcould curl your blood(my drug of choice) Charlie was a looker   a cookera poker-faced junkiethe monkey on my backA hitman   a conman   a hackwho played me in spades!He’d say “Hit me Baby!                  Hit me!”when he wanted to get laid No drag   toke   swig   or line   … Continue reading Hitting It Off by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko