UBERHORNY
(Sexually Explicit: Search for girls to come over)
if anyone needs to
ever be attributed
in poetry, perhaps
it should be Spam.
Spam has always
been somewhat
kind to me, a pro
at providing all
sorts of fodder
and meaning
(the meaning
less made me
aningful,
would
perhaps
be better
put).
A Fantastickal Note To The Tallest Narcissist
I told you
at least
fourteen
times
that I
did NOT
make
you up.
But you
were
only
stone.
Stone
which
I can
only
use
as
un
bear
able
desire;
yet
which
I ever
so log
ically
leave
daily
at
river’s
edge.
Every
day has
a river.
Every
river
has an
edge.
Dryly,
From the River’s Edge,
Yes, of course it’s me.
Getting Played
The kerfuffle
it was all about?
Happy Grand
pa’s Favorite
National
Holiday
Day! Wow,
bizarre, a
ringing
sensation;
a coil con
nected to a
headset....:
Hello,
do you have
Prince Albert
in a can?
Reporting
live from
the top
of the #1
all-time
favorite
laureate’s
head! On
ly what he
really mean
t to say was
Good
morning.
It’s five am
I called.
Freakin’
That freakin’
you’re hearing
for money’s
your bad sound
pocket. Shirt
sleeves up,
chest puffed
out like a
French past
ry about to
explode
(pouf!).
