until the wind stops blowing
and for fear of losing the hair
off the top of the back of my
legs to the mere force of the
breeze
i should lay off the beans
toot
on being a gluten glutton
poetryits tough on the digestivies
makes the family
mad
as i passes
the gasses
Gentlemen Acting Silly (the basis for our desire to mine natural gas)
poetryforgets the stage
ya’ll to whom i’m talking
quietly sneaks away to semi private room
toots
laughs that it can be called that
toots again
smiles
runs and then looks back
finds people ogling the word
t
o
oo
o
t
transient
olfactory
orifice
transmission
the sieve and the sand 