gloriosa, parliament sauce, 

crises on the high seas

a paddling pavarotti leaves 

in degrees of blue cheese

graduates to a sextet roundtable gaff christening

make the dog wait late to get out in the rain

halved iced raw lobster twitching

piled up plates in the kitchen

was there a thing about the three tenors and high c’s? sometimes i read this poem back and i haven’t much of a clue what was going through my mind. i think this was about my girlfriend’s flat warming but honestly. it was a tough time. maybe we just leave it at that. need to get better about oversharing…

in my second novel, tentatively titled ‘sleaze in san estaben’, there is a character called pavolvia who is loosely based on pavorotti. except it turns out he isn’t really italian and has a gruff new york accent. and he’s a bit of a sex pest. man i need to spend more time working on my novels.