Ships ships ships...by
lethal manning
Ships...by lethal
ships...manning ships
—Brandon Brown
The duration of a stanza in proportion to
sugared and whipped cream (to go with
strawberries). Taken
out of context,
sexting is so hot. Sexted tercets better
than sugared strawberries full of
whipped cream? What a
jester
(a word which often brings to mind
Chester the Molester,
which brings
to mind Hustler
anecdotes I needn’t
bring up or point out)!
Is it a myth
that the stack of magazines originally
belonged to my father?
Well, memory.
But he would have purposefully planted
them [exact location comes up blank
upon scan and rescan, but they did reside
in an obvious “hidden” location in the
bathroom closet during much of the
1980s.] ... to be discovered—and
treasured—thus. This
from a few
funny lines about nautical vessels.
Which was preceded by a few
drenched breasts.
Which was
preceded by about 7:30am,
as I momentarily recall.
