Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...


barbed razor wire
drilled the perfect hole
in the center of the 33 1/3,
Folsom Prison spins on my
ancient Hi-Fi stereo turntable,
plan your escape with me baby,
commas, exclamation points! and
stripes,

I hear the
train a comin'
it's comin' 'round
the bend, the midnight
double header, you tell me
"Sage, get your stylus in the
groove!" RCA, Decca, Sun, those
old record labels wet down the curl
of your pussy, farmgirl, you bounce up
like a harlequin duck after a cork, tossing
your head back, throwing off a keening cry,
"Honey Mash, whiskey damn fire, Johnny Cash!"

I'm a redneck
woman, more than
any other persona I
portray, put a slit in my
pink bandanna, tie it 'round
your waist, that slit wide open
track to your love, I hear the train
a comin' it's comin' round the bend,
you tell me, "Sage get your stylus in
the groove!"...

I...


Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist

A girl named Bill,
A boy named Sue,
everybody thinks
they've got a song
to pitch to Nashville,
shot down by a gun
found in a dumpster,

ASCAP Bang!
I shot a man in Reno,
ended up at the Bluebird
Cafe in Nashville, that man
I shot, a talent scout, "Scar
right here," he points to his
groin," Great Balls of Fire!

kd lang motions
for me, "can you do
me an audition, Sagie?"
I flick my tongue, Mick Jagger's
lips, Gene Simmons' tongue, speak
into the microphone on stage at the
Grand Ol' Opry, I wear my blue boots
with the price tag dangling on the boot
straps, Minnie Pearl smiles down from
heaven,

A girl named Bill,
A boy named Sue,
everybody thinks
they've got a song
to pitch to Nashville,
shot down by a gun
found in a dumpster,

ASCAP Bang!


Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist