—Jack Spicer
More ice cream, please. It was
childish, though, and kept me
from having as good of a time
as I could have. Because I
was actually disappointed
not to get more boot camp.
You’re stealing children’s
words right from their mouths.
What a scepter you have!
I’d take it in the mouth, too,
let it remove from me
every word I’m prone
to utter tonight. Maybe
love is like that forever.
Is a blank mind better
than a blank tongue?
Eloquence can pursue,
nonetheless. The ghosts
of salted weekends ooze
from the pores of only
the most fuckable faces.
Which is lovely, mind you.
We should do this and that
more often, even though it’s
hell today. Why even men-
tion it, this punctured skull,
another long-forgotten
experimental novel?
