Two Poems – Kristin Garth

October 23, 2018

Clue Do Me

 

A body in your billiard room, on felt 

verdant with noms de plume. In scarlet 

fishnets around a colonel’s thighs, I’m svelte, 

a secret passage alibi.  Wet 

for professor, the ripest plum, in rope

a peacock will succumb. Ballroom 

revolver, dirty ride.  Lead pipe, my hope,

for candlestick inside.  In lounge, consume

your dagger long, on parquet, knees — no place,

equipment wrong.  In uniform of black 

and white, conservatory wench debased

by candlelight, your game with sipped cognac.

A murdered vagina no mystery — 

in Tudor mansion, will you clue do me?

 

Starbucker