Glass Poetry Press

Volume Two Issue One

Glenn Sheldon

Dumping a Lover, Seeking Another

My diary tried to make our last night sexy, a bad film without a Warhol showing. Now the clubs and I understand the chicanery of all exorcisms. I let tombstone salesmen surround me like gravediggers or pizza paparazzi. Suddenly my testosterone sought harmony. Hitchhiking to Land's End I became the heartbreaker I sought. I joined half-naked dancers in the dunes.