The colonel shifts gears,
dispatches his buckets.
All your base are belong, etc.
Do you really think this is a good enough thank you?
I can’t get all of the hair out of my ears.
I asked him what the sermon was on
and he said “fashion photography.”
One loses one’s edge, grows duller each birthday,
which is everyday, and not limited to parsecs (at least). Let’s move to China
where we’ll prick our fingers
and watch each bright droplet bead
upon our waxen floor.
The gleaming floor—a sign of prosperity.
