the magician

from the hat he pulls
not a bunny but a hare
all limbs claws and teeth;

the deceiver grins
a cruel yellow grin and
celebrates his trick.

The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get

my cat always says,
"if a rim job's not cuddles,
i don't know what is."

makin bacon

i listen wide-eyed
as Max regales the saga
of Willie Pickton,

a pig farmer come
serial killer with a
taste for loose ladies.

not just sick. FUCKIN SICK.

(or, that's why they pay me The Big Bucks)

mister silverstein
lied when he gently explained
that a toothed snail

would bite your finger
should it creep into your nose.
the truth is this, dear:

consider it broke,
your filthy finger, that is.
because i'm god damn

sick of your god damn
habit making me puke up
my god damn breakfast.

umbrella, umbrella, 5 $, 5 $.

pray for your fallen
comrades, crumpled in the road;
wet, useless, garbage.