Kate spent most of the afternoon
Reading over and over the letter
Michael took the trash outside
And noticed he was getting older
Sarah just baked a chocolate cake-
Her cooking is getting better
Your glare got me like battery acid
As you peered over your shoulder.
i’d take the time to learn the
names and the words
and the anatomy of it all.
wish i could speak your language,
spill my guts,
get away with it,
jet away cuz i can’t cut it
with people
i want beer and yellow cake with
sprinkled frosting and then another
beer i want sunshine and wind
in my hair (or across my baldness)
i want donuts and beer and donuts
then more donuts and people
to tell me i’m special by giving
me beer and donuts and most of
all i don’t want people to leave
me notes on my facebook
I tried to categorize
my political views today
and this is out what came:
pseudo liberalish,
at times,
I often like to think,
though probably not as much,
as I often like to think.
in these photos
you
holding fish
such pride despite
the size and i
can do nothing but
imagine some
vonnegut-esque world
wherein anthropomorphic
carp dangle naked men at the
end of lines
pretending to kiss
their swollen lips
to create humorous
albums on Fishbook.
the sieve and the sand 