Volume 4, Number 8—1993
Let’s workshop this 90s nostalgia poem about some school boys who stumble upon a weathered porno magazine in the woods
Volume 4, Number 8—1993 Our buddy—black-pussy mad like the rest of us (only madder)— deflated visibly when the rain-heavy smut we came across in our hide-and-seek woods, Black Tail of all luck (Tonisha on the front), melted into a pulp of moldy aroma under our cautious touch.
This poem is unpublished
Photo: wonderclub.com/magazines/BLACKTAILmagBLACKTAIL199302.htm