Sunday, May 07, 2017

mmdccxix

UBERHORNY
(Sexually Explicit: Search for girls to come over)

if anyone needs to
ever be attributed
in poetry, perhaps
it should be Spam.

Spam has always
been somewhat
kind to me, a pro
at providing all

sorts of fodder
and meaning
(the meaning
less made me

aningful,
would
perhaps
be better

put).

Saturday, May 06, 2017

mmdccxviii

A Fantastickal Note To The Tallest Narcissist

I told you
at least
fourteen
times
that I
did NOT
make
you up.

But you
were
only
stone.

Stone
which
I can
only
use
as
un
bear
able
desire;

yet
which
I ever
so log
ically
leave
daily
at
river’s
edge.

Every
day has
a river.
Every
river
has an
edge.

Dryly,
From the River’s Edge,

Yes, of course it’s me.

Thursday, May 04, 2017

mmdccxvii

Getting Played

The kerfuffle
it was all about?

Happy Grand
pa’s Favorite

National
Holiday

Day! Wow,
bizarre, a

ringing
sensation;

a coil con
nected to a

headset...
Hello,

do you have
Prince Albert

in a can?
Reporting

live from
the top

of the #1
all-time

favorite
laureate’s

head!  On
ly what he

really mean
t to say was

good
morning

it’s five am
I called.

Wednesday, May 03, 2017

mmdccxvi

Freakin’

That freakin’
you’re hearing
for money’s
your bad sound
pocket.  Shirt-
sleeves up,
chest puffed
out like a
French past
ry about to
explode
(pouf!).