Steve Calamars

a victimless crime

this cat-burglar in a
cat-suit and black stilettos

slipped thru an open
window and caught me
in my boxers in the
kitchen of a tiny
apartment

she slipped me outta'
my shorts and clutched
onto the family jewels

down on her knees
she got what she came
for and slipped back
out the window
before i could even
mount a respectable
defense

the only evidence she
was even ever here

were the scratches on
my thighs and the
lipstick smudges
she left along my
obliques—

CP

Steve Calamars lives in San Antonio, TX. He has a B.A. in Philosophy and works in a grocery store. His first poetry chapbook, American Violence, will be released April 2010 from New Polish Beat. He blogs here.

Steve Calamars

psychotic break

these girls with
these asses

thick, juicy and phat

stuffed into jeans, skirts
and spandex

jiggling when they walk
down the street

bouncing when they run
on the treadmill at the gym

popping when they climb
a flight of stairs

these girls with
these asses

are leaving me with
no other options

but to start looking into
real estate with white
padded walls and foam
floor carpeting

and shopping around for
a plastic black helmet and a
gently-used, but still in good
condition, off-white
straight-jacket—

CP

Steve Calamars lives in San Antonio, TX. He has a B.A. in Philosophy and works in a grocery store. His first poetry chapbook, American Violence, will be released April 2010 from New Polish Beat. He blogs here.