Monday, August 23, 2010

mccxxxvi

Where’s your liquid access?

It’s my secret wife. How I know
I’m safe. [He scratches his zither.]

Before that we had a gun. But
it wouldn’t listen. Too scary for

words. Then he had a hip replace-
ment, having just arrived. His

sole purpose of seeing me.
Hide what’s easy (his

hide so easily spent). My,
what a gun! [He eats his

bullets.] I spend the
rest of the night

with the
plasma TV.