You’re tall enough. Be it known that
I am at my desk
an uninterruptable siren
all the way up to here
singing closely into your holes. Everything is resolved.
Eat two fruitbars at noon. Busy
cute tall glassessed
and walking to the
Japanese Consulate without protection
to dance and Sing
apore. He’ll do. Paging the Tokyo proposal (duh!).
Paging the bartender’s upset stomach. Paging Liz Claiborne.
He bought that groove to
remember tomorrow’s last gag-day.
It’s lubricant, Stupid! Look
I don’t want anybody to know about this either but
you have a stupid face.
Surprise me with intelligence.
Judgment as form. Leave lousy out of it!
Dichotomy Tommy
taken from behind.
