streptococcus

a barnacle grows
on my right tonsil.
it tastes of tin cans,

9 volt batteries,
or like clenching a hanger
between your teeth so

you can easily
button the buttons on a
freshly pressed men's shirt.

a great day to be at sea

did you know that i
have always wanted to be
a tugboat captain ?

ahoy, dream ! i see
you in the mist ! we would guide
all the big boats through

narrow passages,
under bridges and whatnot.
i'd learn all the maps,

bearings, and knots (wait --
are there knots on a tugboat ?)
regardless, it'd be

a snap for me since
i'm a math whiz, and pretty
good with my hands, too.

it would be cold as
a witch's tit, rainy, and
way before sunrise,

but i wouldn't care, cause
i'm a tough nut and a damn
good tugboat captain.

a bird in the hand

elbow deep in my
cunt, the doc asks 'why don't you
wanna get married ?'

possibly the last
words i wanted to hear save
for 'scoot down. further.'