trit trot

trit trot, or What 5$ Can Buy These Days

ponies gallop through
my skull in the wee hours.
dull headaches galore.

karate

karate, or 45$ Down the Drain

might not sound like much,
fifteen pounds. two human heads,
three bags of sugar,

an infant. you try
hauling this lug home from a
futile vet visit.

affirmations

affirmations, or Conversations with Freud at the Met

johns' iterative
studies in gray -- numbers, flags,
letters, and bull's eyes --

help soften the sting of
my own artistic fancies:
lampreys and gherkins.

**
(now to enjoy a
gin martini, dry, and a
couple cornichons!)

mousy!

mousy! or Miss Susie Had a Steamboat

here we are ten years
later -- drunk -- still laughing at
the same vulgar jokes.

cauliflower

cauliflower, or Translation: NO.

"don't we have REAL food?"
like the big bowl of pickled
veggies doesn't count!

this and that, or Margaritas with Danielle

seven sacraments, or # 5, 6 optional

baptism, first euchar-
ist, reconcile, confirm, wed,
holy orders, death.



fire me, or Give Me a Raise!

drunk and clutching a
bag of smut, i wave at my
students, "STUDY UP!"

the priestess

the priestess, or Knowing How to Pray to the Mantis

her incantations
electrify, and she
cuts you when you fuck.

fever

fever, or Me and Duder Down by the Schoolyard

last night's dream: we are
two almonds traversing the
japanese country-

side. we befriend a
soybean and happen upon
baby rabbits. bliss.