Will Hochman

Business Suit


If a reader could sue transgendered stripper-writers,
It’s guaranteed more than money could be
Tucked in the word ‘panties’


Tattooed upon the ancient floorboards of lust
My dance, with a perfect, stage-whispered line
Has been withdrawn at the theater’s litigious request


Now as actor turned naked poet I will tell the show
Sexually better than when it was performed
In red high heels designed to spike my truth


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The Daily Ant Hill


Coffee grounds morning spreads out
Smoke by the sports section
Done at sunrise with what?


The world in a word, one syllable
Alive one day only, a crumb of time
Carrying the history of light in a back pack


Whether stuffed syntactic greed or the might of sand,
Beyond Pharaohs, slaves and time
You need one ant moment to compose


All struggling has profound music
But not one grain of sanity
To silence another story of war


Drawbridge traffic is swarming up
From the animal kingdom to the point
Where five stanzas stop nothing


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Shark Fin Sexual Rejection


Phony scales of justice
Enable this fishy music
To soup spoon death in
A blood broth for tongues
Too stupid to want
Much sweeter, truer
Tastes of love’s pursuit


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Flow Pattern


On return, landing
At Laguardia almost always
Means routine ground delay


When I left your constant
Fires, it didn’t mean
I loved your sky less


I think our wings now won’t
Mind as long as the wind
Remains patient


Pausing on tarmac, this grounded
Window-seat-goodbye-time kiss
Will be made up in flight


This stopping just a memory gaze
A cocktail napkin number
Flying absence home


Like I never left


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In Seven-Year-Old Seymour Glass


Jean seams circulate
Blood orange borders hemming
Against love’s grain


His true north hardly
Fits with Camp Hapworth blue balls
Housing sanity


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