Hurricane Frederick and His Levitating Sluts


I had meant to interview the great man

for the literary magazine

at the small college I attend.

He was resting in an overturned trailer

within a field of similar carnage.

He was too tired to participate and instead

directed me to his famous assistants,

who were floating in the rafters of a red barn.

The sky was yet looking rather ominous,

attributable to one of Frederick’s rivals

who shadowed his act not withstanding.

The Sluts were singing their song of redemption

a beautiful dirge desperate with doubt.

The white thrills of their petticoats floated down

with the illogicality of a money shot. I climbed

a wooden ladder and became officially retained.











Colin James was born in England but lives in Massachusetts. He works in Energy Conservation. Some of his poems have appeared in Waterlogged August, The Sage Trail, 88, The Ottawa Review and others. He is a member of The Brothers of the Endemic.



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