Barmaids with scaly tails
he said he wanted to send me back to heaven with
the motive force of a boxer’s concrete fists;
I then severed his scaly tail with my
sharpened no. 2 pencil.
It moved with the others in unison.
He grew irate
and produced the most ugliest fangs.
He bit into my arm,
but his teeth were brittle
and turned back into atoms…