The Poems of David Garlick
Beautiful she was but not as eyes would see. Few there were who glanced her way or turned to watch her walk. Beautiful she was but not the cloths she wore. She hid herself in shapeless dress but still her light shone through. Beautiful she was, it showed in gentle moves. She […]
In the basket of their arms, their lips, two halves of a peach. Soft sobs and moans a language, they thought, never spoken by another soul. A love so new and deep, never plumbed in all time. An ocean! David Garlick, Puerto Vallarta, January, 2001
From further up the beach they looked like stranded whales. Closer, I could see their northern pallor’s pinking to the sun. Quivering, hairy bellies and ripe bosoms bursting bikinis. The scent of cheap sun blocks soothing consciences. They almost sizzle, basking in the sun’s violent smile. Hot dogs on concession rollers, waiting for bun […]
As Boilermakers go he went as far as he could go. With booze and broads and gambling his money he would blow. He worked on any job he could to keep him in the black and when he was away from home he’d find a place to shack. So any skirt he happened […]