Massachusetts bumper. In
the snow, a peacock.
I let imagination
Philander for me.
Unmoored from brassiere
Jog for position
In my male mind.
Inflates like a
Frightened sea cucumber.
British band Go West are the kings of wishful thinking.
I’m the king of putting avocado on salad.
Steven Tyler keeps in touch with Mama Kin.
I’m not in touch with anyone from high school.
David Lee Roth might as well jump.
I might as well check my email.
Snoop Dogg has a pocket full of rubbers and his homeboys do too.
I have a decent collection of 70s small press publications
and maintain ignorance of the contraception of my homepeople.
NRA stands, fights
Barack, Bloomberg, Ban Ki-moon.
In bog, bullfrogs bray.
Katy Perry kissed a girl and she liked it.
I ate an Italian cold cut grinder, and found it commendable.
It’s early morning.
Here is a mulberry bush.
Let’s go around it.
Michael McDonald keeps forgetting things will never be the same again.
I keep forgetting where I put my smoothie.