Junction City

Junction City was released in 1993 by Sister Moon Press in Phoenix. While now officially out of
print, it is a collector's item, and I have seen several for sale online at used bookstores for roughly
three times its original price.

A SAMPLE POEM

breakfast machine
i was eating in a
cafeteria
this morning,
doing the breakfast
thing,
when i noticed a
breathtaking girl come
in,
pile some food on her
tray
and sit down. looked
like
she had just gotten out
of
bed, black matted hair
scattered to all four
corners of the room,
bone white face hidden
behind thick buddy
holly
glasses. she wore a
white
t shirt and cut off jeans
and i noticed just how
skinny her legs were.
chicken legs
i would'a calle 'em
when i was younger.
jutting
from her chest
in awesome contrast to
the rest of her body
was
a huge pair of very full
breasts, bouncing and
swaying
with each of her
movements.
they seemed to be
somewhat
unfettered so to speak.

two little yuppie
girls passed her table,
sneering. probably
thought she was
repulsive.
i thought she was
gorgeous.

i sat at my table
fantasizing in every
possible disgusting
way, and enjoying the
hell out of it. i
became aware of my
growing erection and
placed the front page
of the morning paper
over it.

i then noticed her get
up to grab seconds. i
was impressed. healthy
girl. healthy appetite.
i was even more
impressed
when i saw her glance
both ways and then get
up to go grab a bowl of
cereal. my, i thought,
this girl can certainly
eat. what an appetite!

imagine my surprise
when
she stood up
again
and poured herself
another bowl of
cereal where in
hell's name does she
put it, i thought;
this is kind of
fascinating to observe.

when she got up a
fifth time, i knew
the secret. she was
feeding those mammoth
breasts! they were
separate entities.
they were demanding
more food as they
obviously grew before
my eyes. i immediately
thought of the film
little shop of horrors.
more like little shop
of big cereal eating tits.

finally this ultra skinny
girl
with the chicken legs
and monster breasts
got up and left,
strutting as she walked
out the door,
leaving me filled with
awe
and lust and just a little
hankering for more.

1995-2004 Scott C. Holstad
This poem originally appeared in The Coe Review.

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