Robert Estep

I A prelude written, then unwritten. I wrote her another poem once and did she…

I (far from Arcadia) Having seen a detail small as a crescent of chipped paint,…

I So much for signs and sky-cleaving script. Vacancy’s blue heartbeat shines in the ginger…

I I much enjoyed the leather demoiselles, their streetwise riffs somebody else’s lies. The blouse…

I Spiders swarm the gutted melon, spurned seeds roulette the popadom tiles, thousand-tongued, insect-eyed goddess.…

I (strangewrit) Where were you? In the lobby of a bank, or naked on an…

The nursery’s idle regime masks rules and hoops that pen the precocious maggot. Bare-bottomed, thighs…

Shivering from wrinkled autopsy to humpbacked kiss. Fondling the Catsgore jailbait beneath the cabbage- colored…

A view down a boulevard escalating with girls, the hipshake of sunlight almost Catholic, nearly…

Agents of paradise, white slavers patient among the castanets of holiday looters. Screened and tamed…