The Poetry of
Michael G. Khmelnitsky

can I pull it out
I ask the bar girl

she says  wait a minute
enter the pin


the way she touches you
as you dance


the colour of exchange
taints me

i want to trade
tit for tat


you're richer
than you think


says the hermit to the stranger
in the looking glass

how did you win
the battle of thermopylae


with those
thighs