Poetry by Carson Jordan

chickenheart, I peered
   into your tinted windows
   it must be nice getting your cock stroked
   in the trust-no-one-mobile

so, do you believe in excess      or lack?
a highway hawk’s underbelly
backlit by this type of nowhere rot
casts a shadow on your veiny
member, your leather interior
is it god fearing? to look hateful
   in the midst of a handjob?
   in the marketplace ad      imaginary evil lurks
very heavy/pick-up only/works great
   in the passenger seat of your car
  the veil is thin

I’ve detected a chalky undertaste
a pill in your pudding
sourpuss, I watch you lour
as she pulls — eyes wet for approval
she is in dis-ease      all work is to be hated

a body is talking to my body
separated by steel channel
and I’m thinking about Gossip and the evil eye
a rat is a rat is      a rat
I will always say too much to stay young      persimmons so tender
they split themselves open
                        she’s done this for you