because you put on show tunes

tears dry from my cheeks
as tequila drips from the
lip of a cool glass

forming a ring that
gnaws through the varnish of our
antique teak table

yesterday, 10:24 a.m.

uber thin colleague
combines water, milk, splenda,
consumes with gusto

1/4 moisturizer

thug dudes that smell of
dove soap must have ladies at
home to keep them clean

ahoy, old man

perfectly creased pants
sneezes into white hankies
old timey wrist watch

goddess of the moon

i need you now for
chatting and mayhem; we'll shake
asses, tits, cocktails

until the sun's up
and our livers are strung up
and hung out to dry

for my cats and Sarah's dog

hear ye, hear ye, my
domesticated friends! while
your observance of

cleanliness is in
earnest, i beg you, please stop
licking my blisters!

now sit down and shut up (ode to jeff)

you need fractions to
be a neurologist, kid.
this is three-quarters:

worms tunnel through an
entire hemisphere and
half of the other.

we all look a little worse for wear

beneath the scowl of
fluorescent lights, you try on
wedding gowns, grayed and

frayed at their hems, while
i audition face lifts and
feign glee, interest.