II: Poetry by David Spicer & Photography by Jessica Schroer-Smalley, 1


Welcome to my Black Comedy

Make yourself at home here
in hell’s laughing bedroom.
I’ll try not to make you bust
a gut so hard you’ll die crying.
Lie on my chiffon and silk
bedspreads, wear my lapis
talisman. Don’t sigh,
giggle, or tremble with roses
as they shiver when candles
blink. It’s true, I sketch dodgy
atheists who drink brown beer
and lounge on sideboards.
Or sip some chocolate milk,
view a few Botticelli nudes.
strap on my platinum holster,
drift into a mist of bad grammar.
Oh, and slip on my rhinestone
slippers. Are they too tight,
ma cheri? Hush! Do you hear
that? It’s my wild-assed parrot,
Oscar, juggling robins’ eggs.
Consider me your tacky usher
wearing zirconia and eschew
notions of Victorian attitudes
I might possess. Exult in fleshy
tremolos of my tenor’s voice
and I’ll buy that turquoise alligator
satchel I promised you.


David Spicer has had poems in The American Poetry Review, Bad Acid Laboratories, Inc., In Between Hangovers, Dead Snakes, Easy Street, The Laughing Dog, Mad Swirl, Ploughshares, Reed Magazine, Slim Volume, Yellow Mama, and in A Galaxy of Starfish: An Anthology of Modern Surrealism (Salo Press, 2016). He has been nominated for a Pushcart, two Best of the Nets, is the author of one full-length collection of poems and four chapbooks, and is the former editor of Raccoon, Outlaw, and Ion Books. He lives in Memphis, Tennessee.

Jessica Schroer-Smalley is a photographer from Shelton, CT. Her work has appeared in numerous journals, including 11 seconds before the rain, The Adroit Journal, and Vogue. To learn more about Jessica’s photography and also view more of her diverse portfolio, please visit her site, it’s a small world, at www.jescamoon.com.


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