Tonight's Poet Corner: Worm Blue & Fart Alligator, Part Deux
Worm Blue by Belinda Roddie The wristwatch coil around your waistline measures out a deep fried regret that's smeared across your average face, dripping calamari battered belligerence down the front of your way too expensive vest, worm blue, like a serpent drowning in a deep puddle of sewer medication, dissolved tablets and booze-mixed vomit spewed from a CEO's wife's sobbing teeth. There is no happy margarita glass. There is no salt satisfying enough to tingle a twisted tongue. Just the essence of natural financial hemorrhage as you pay the bill for overcooked steak melting in garlic soup, the coins squeaking against the little black tray holding a handful of your fortune for the boy in an apron spooning oatmeal into his gluten-intolerant mother's mouth. Fart Alligator, Part Deux by Belinda Roddie Sweet fart alligator, you and I were not acquainted for many years. I am a master of pen and paper. You are a reptilian wonder of fragran...