Brian Rosenberger

by Horror Sleaze Trash on October 29, 2012

Brian Rosenberger lives in a cellar in Marietta, GA and writes by the light of captured fireflies. He is the author of As the Worm Turns and three poetry collections. Buy them all.

A difference of opinion

She said – Talking is the best form of oral sex.

I said – You’re fucking nuts. Less talk. More suck.


Caught Looking

I look at the b/w photo of you

hard cock, a smile hidden beneath your handlebar mustache

her pussy, an open invitation

she’s a beauty but not grandma

which makes me respect you, grandpa, even more.


Oh shit

He returns from the liquor store to find

his white front door smeared brown,

smells like enchiladas left too long in the microwave.

Shit stained graffiti.

Tentatively, he opens the door.

Klimax, his beagle mix, wags her tail with enthusiasm.

He sees the blinking red eye of the answering machine.

He lets the dog out, pours himself an ocean, relaxes in its waves

then and only then, listens to the message.

He braces for an onslaught of profanity, thinking the message belongs to the white bitch he fucked hard last night, without a kiss goodbye.

Instead, it’s a call soliciting used clothes.

Klimax barks, wanting in. He breathes deep, tasting the liquor, inhaling the door.

All-in-all, a fair trade he thinks. She was some good pussy.

And still just a phone call away.


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