Beyond Beyonce

The glutton of the Gluteus trilogy Was walking behind colorful butterfly wings In symmetrical burlesque float A little rustle that made the eyes poke out And the tongue a little strung to gravity And the ever-glued eyes tried to free themselves From the perfect Gluteus maximus The flutter of bronze trembling the heart And troubling…

Ring Finger

You find the ring finger A little stockier, and impractical, Nature‚Äôs unhelpful digit that makes Locomotion a little half-hearted Perhaps even outright lazy. And yet that Idle stub that lazes to the busy-bodies Surrounding her, is where A centerpiece stands in all her glory. A ring that falls two thirds of the way And capsizes…