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RED BRICK ALLEY STORIES

The Killards Are Coming

Every damn day in Religion Class, Sister Anna Banana yapped about the Soviets revving up to start a nuclear war with the new president, Ronald Reagan. She said after the cities burned to Holy Hell, there’d be something called “nuclear winter” that would kill all... 

Double-Strength Demon Dogs

Fantastic Freddie was the only altar boy from the Red Brick Alley. He was always consecrating Ritz Crackers and trying to make us eat them like communion wafers. He light-fingered incense from the sacristy, and he blessed water from Old Lady Tully’s spigot...

Laser Loop

I couldn’t see over the tall green school bus seat except when we hit a pothole and I bounced up in the air like a Pop-Tart jumping out of a toaster. Nobody at Saint Augie’s could believe I was allowed to go. My first school picnic ever. I was good from the day I handed in my pink...

The Boy Wonder

How the Hell did Jaggerbush get himself up there? He was clawing his way up into the open window above the Science class door like a real-life gargoyle. The blockhead of a wooden mallet stuck out of the back of his Toughskins where his butt crack was. He wore three...

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Robert Roman grew up in Pittsburgh, PA, where he sold newspapers to cars from a concrete island. Read more→

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My Own Private Ulysses: Joycespearean Sonnet 138

  • Writer: Robert Roman
    Robert Roman
  • Jul 22
  • 1 min read
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Joycespearean Sonnet 138


When preppy Gerty declares she is pure,

I must beware, how brilliant her disguise.

I’m snared between her double-dare allure.

Good Lord, grant me a tour between her thighs!

She conceives me as gentleman, genteel.

And deceives me to believe that’s the truth.

So now I’m mental! Her couture’s my ordeal,

And there’s one cure, in truth, it’s quite uncouth.

While she projects her style as prim and chaste,

Commands belief, and teases with a peek,

She’s two: up front, strait-laced; down low, debased,

Love’s war she’s won. This girl’s a super freak.

Medusa-Venus? Or Madonna-Whore?

She’s my penis flytrap, oh please, squeeze me more.

 

 

Stay tuned for more obsessing sonnets.

Same teasing time, same charming-ed channel.



 
 
 

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