One poem by Lee Evans

One Night Stand

He did not belong indoors,

But I crouched on the gravel sidewalk

And lifted him with the TV Guide—

And that tiny snail

Left a faint slime trail

Where I parked his mobile home

On a pack of Daddy’s Camel Cigarettes.

That night in Egypt,

A pyramid and palm tree

Stood behind the dromedary,

From whose hump the slime flowed

Over the cellophane desert

To that undiscovered country

Beyond the edge of our lamp stand.

Lee Evans lives in Bath, Maine, and works for the local YMCA. His poems have appeared in such journals as Contemporary Rhyme, The Christendom Review and Decanto.  His latest collection is available on Lulu.com:  http://www.lulu.com/shop/lee-evans/the-hazards-of-being-useful/paperback/product-20597798.html