Skirting the edge of meaning
and becoming skirt-mad in the process
avoid alliteration at all cost
a literate response
to existence is the best revenge
co-existing with the unintelligent
coast to coast
and sending off a light-hearted letter to the editor.
I don’t believe in sedatives
I believe in historical crime statistics,
a woman nude in 1920,
and a high noon urinal.
A man was masturbating on an article entitled,
“Investors Gaze Forlornly at Earnings.”
Is nature making inroads on my consciousness.
I hardly ever go to nightclubs
and I’m living with my girlfriend,
it grows on you like a fungus or mutual funds.
Her mottoes at the moment:
Born to be horizontal
Do not disturb
Nudity is not a crime
A woman’s perspective: it isn’t pretty.
I am feeling like a handicapped animal,
an errant interval,
an enervated criminal,
neglected and erect.
to the town and country that I live in.
With a palm tree the embodiment
of the blessing of a priest,
the way his hand is passing through the air.