3 micro poems

by Saira Viola

Don’t Think It’s Alright

Looking for him in the soft belly of the night
warm creamy tight
looking for a knicker kiss
|a dream
a wet slip
a hand, a softened whisper on her thigh.
wishing for violets on the dirt roads
burying the bullets –
sharping for an angry fix
jitterbug sweat skies
praying in reverse
Jack off – the big kahuna bites
over and over
where’s your thick
conscience now ?

Double Choke The Yoke

Three gorilla heads on speed dial
a baby’s liver deep fried –
metal birds hump howling skies
orange sun- tears – flimmer bright
money voices squeezing tight
gamin’s blood in war hawk’s eyes
Lotus land spreads her thighs
junkie preachers pushing lies
brittle gravy train of ‘Yes Man’, flies
shoving horse shit in their minds
falling game to limping cries
wedded to their breakfast lives.

Put A Tiger in Your Box

Red wine sun like a herpes sore
oozing blood and bitter regret
there are pyramids of blown off limbs
and corridors with severed heads

In the courtyard of second rate jokers
recycled punch lines whistle defeat
the hog butchered face of the human race
selling cut price morality

Twelve string finger picking
cuts through the hiss and sting
smooth freshly laid souls
wired for a killing .