David Chorlton

A Cosmopolitan View

Talk dirty. Jump him. The magazine
the lady in the next seat reads
is offering tips. It knows what men want
and publishes a new installment
every month. Let your fingers wander.

As we waited to board
the television showed a statue
of the disgraced coach
coming down; a part
of the social facade peeling
away. What men want
is a winning coach.

A brighter future will emerge
from the darkness, says the president
at the site of the latest mass shooting.
Make him crave you all day long,
the breast tips page displays
a timeline. Now it's going down,

dropping the F-bomb to hold
a man's attention. The shooter
is due in court. He won't co-operate.
What we know is that
he bought six thousand rounds
the seller had no obligation

to report. How exactly
does the bright future begin?
Turn the page. Six thousand rounds.
Get your orgasm.

 

David Chorlton was born in Austria, grew up in England, and spent several years in Vienna before moving to Phoenix in1978. He pursued his visual art and had several shows as well as writing and publishing his poetry in magazines and collections, the latest of which is The Devil’s Sonata from FutureCycle Press. Although he became ever more interested in the desert and its wildlife, the shadow side of Vienna emerges in his fiction and The Taste of Fog, which was published by Rain Mountain Press.