Fresh Peppered Loin

Blackback stares, shares secret beats

with rouge-bright skins,

a patter of later tomorrows,

future rounds of bouts –

beating hands – airstream shapes,

thinking mercy,

give us beat, ignite our cores –

loosened lips,

sweet smell of mold –

lay back dreamer.

Crowded watch,

crows circle back,

fresh peppered









About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, the Democratic Socialists of America and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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