Sunday, March 2, 2008

One poem by Colin James

The Fundamental Generalissimo
by Colin James

Despite the piles of Poodle shit,
his women still come around.
They don't treat him gently
sweeping references imply his genitals
are implacably cold.
Still, they endeavor
through the smoked glass
to please the furthest away.

Author bio:

Colin James has had poems recently in The Hazmat Review and The Ottawa Review.

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