Three poems from Lacey Hunter

(William Carlos Williams) Making Love Inside an Owl

In the dark they will
catch two kinds of needing.
Chained up by pubic hair-
I pass by with my camera.

They say, "let's make love
in the sand box, in the ocean, at
Global Warming conferences-" me
without a life-vest, them stranded
in love.

They sound like two tambourines
orgasming as I duck
behind bushes. . .capturing.

(William Carlos Williams) Bearing His Potent Chest

A tubelike man sits

in an abused way

while another tells him of the ghetto

benefits for soft females

who have

big teeth-

who eat fish upside-down

while reciting the

story of the Star-

of-Bethlehem. Their

breathing forgets

everything there is to

fibers- there is to

flight. A Bohemian

father fosters within

them the scent of

nests to prolong

nightfall.

Now then inside a

mitten-

inside a deck of cards

while ripening the

tomato the females'

anthem goes along

with a titter-

now there beside

you the beeping

of gas as old

men pant. Them

there sitting making

a profit off of

mint flavored toes-

high up on the

bonfire- them big

and flat and

of moth complexion.

(William Carlos Williams) Beaten by a Beauty-Shop Owner

What happens in the absence

of John Wayne?

do the jawbones of

fawns across the world

break

where once the ambiance

of beaches tasted of

ash and

the dancing-

We enjoyed the dancing-

the aching.

Sweet and beaten,

he chewed every

canyon

and every face

that cheated the cat.

Lacey Hunter lives in Ashland, Oregon where she studies the art of "invisible poetry." She is the current editor of West Wind Review. More of her work can be found at jubilatedrain.blogspot.com.