Last I heard
you were trying
to get your face on the dollar bill
and as absurd
as it strikes me
there’s every chance you will
but first you’ll
have to learn just how
to catalog your kills
and hide the bad ones
in a torrid sea of
paperwork.

I got creative
when the Amtrack
bartender heard ‘gin’
instead of ‘Jim’.

The tonic’s fizz lifted
my head and thrashed it
like a believer speaking
in tongues and possessed
by the spirit’s flame.

Creative like the guy
who thought of the
cup that held my
clear bubbled elixir.

He decided to make
cups out of plants
and now the earth is getting
saved – and not just on Sundays –
but everyday,

One disposable
cup-made-out-of-plants
at a time.

i took a needle to my ear
to declare my undying love for you
i grew the hole in width
in breadth
and filled it with a fish tank for you

the goldfish in my left lobe
swims for me
the chinese fighting fish in the
right floats upside down
the way i always pictured you

Footprints left behind
as if on the moon, untouched
by even solar winds

What a breeze to catch,
perhaps a shame to miss

There’s a spirit lost inside a body
floating for what seems to be
eternity,
eternity,
but I will cast it out