Tender Red Net

by Lydia Tomkiw

Sex alert relaxes
Stops, sir, in mad telephone men. Oh pox as damn iris spots.
Deb gals, damned as nuns. A den: mad, slag bed.
Murmurs: you bat at a baby’s rum-rum
Riot: tab abattoir.
Oh, who can go cognac, oh who?
Snub-nose vile dude lives on buns:
Epic err recipe.
A dog, a Panama man, a pagoda.
Go bop, meter us, ma’am — sure tempo bog.
Sun evasion, “No” is a Venus:
Tender red net
Tense semen parts madam’s trap: nemeses net —
No sin, unison.
Raw as is a banal luna, a null anabasis, a war.
Yell amid a dim alley.





Last updated February 23, 2023