mmmdcclxxxi

a fourth & final pair of wizened anti-orgazms
(recoup your dues via pas de deux)

my offal debts are already over ice.
dear denizens of wherever you
whirl your curls: smoke those
tailpipes and go to bed.
better yet, go to bed first.
then smoke a tailpipe. or two.

lordies and gerbil-mince i am
not yet for rent but my rhythm
has fallen. don’t get beaten by
electromagnetic microwaves.
please purr and plur indistinct
& express thy calvin galvinistic.
with apologies for the apogee
(i.e., oopsie for the chemistry).