Anthony C. Hayes Archives - Baltimore Post-Examiner

Eaten By An Immigrant

A Whimsical Ode to Missing Animals Everywhere Hello, I am Felix golly gee Heaven is oh so heavenly my soul

A Chesterfield fast upon her lips (She’s almost Dorothy Parker) A whiskey neat at her fingertips (She’s almost Dorothy Parker)

Wear cotton masks where’er you go stay miles away from strangers Wash hands til they turn cracked and red Report

“The tinge of their taut skin is somewhat grey; their eyes are like dull, dark circles.” Wide awake in my

If I wanted to meet someone beautiful, right away, I’d think she’s hot. If I wanted to meet someone sensual,

She struts the stage, coyly, of the Cold Chrome Club, somehow balanced on high six inch heels. Lithely wrapping her

I’m done with Bukowski. Done with the stale cigar smoke and bar napkin sonnets. Done with the man ~ with

Shallow, the blow of a harbor breeze morn arrives with the autumn air Shallow, the breath of a tortured soul

I want to be impaled on a pink flamingo laid out on John Waters lawn. I want to see cat

Tomorrow was yesterday – the day imagination took flight; the day my sneakers touched the dust of that distant