cocaine and the tears of dolphins

she told me she was 
made of cocaine and 
the tears of dolphins

i laughed, ordered 
two drinks and got 
ready for the show

she said she achieved 
her dreams when she 
ran away to the circus
as a teenager

she had plenty of stories 
of getting raped by clowns 
and blowing a guy while 
fucking around on the 
trapeze

but she wanted to know 
if my poems about hookers 
were true or not

she had certain lines 
she would not cross

i finished my drink 
and ordered another

started to tell a story 
about a nun tired of 
serving god and how 
being in the right place 
isn’t always about luck

Tough Guy

He’d get drunk
And invite everyone
To piss on his grave,
After he was in it,
Of course.
He talked a lot
Of shit with his
Fast tongue,
Loose mouth.
Blatantly offensive
Trash words.
They found him
On the sidewalk
Sunday mornin’
In a pool of 
Piss and blood.
Guess somebody
Didn’t want to
Wait for the grave.