Flick tickers a
night of rolling
drumheads
found fondling space
giants with nine brothers in law.

Thunder Thor thighs the thaumaturge
thimbles sewing
sedgewicks into saucy manes.
Credits roll.

Flick tickers a teenage date
wave wide welling with ingénue gut glory.

Stomachs churn.

In the booth
Flick micks the marm of Brown’s thighmen:

Thunder Thighs Nelson, gat gloating, tongue tarried.

Mark McKee is from Dyersburg, TN. His work has appeared or his forthcoming in Space Squid, Eyeshot, and Menacing Hedge. He sometimes review books at goodreads.com/markmckeejr.