in the grasp of grippies, post-vacation stress disorder.
no calls on the machine no checks in the mail no one preparing dinner on an open fire in the living room.
the scientist in the cradle-filled lab (opened his labcoat) told me you need to drink milk 'til you die.

now under new management
stirring the sediment of our relationship

phalloplasty and dermal fat graph all the while laughing

tornado asphyxiation
and reports of broadminded frogs

have i provided you with the opportunity to ignore me?

the beautiful ones are met with most prejudice. and the ugly with the least uplift

as we plow headfirst
thru the sea of air

on rereading Pandora Welty's High Art for the first time

Martin Hairsheen shampooing my rugs
then he hugs me and says I'm the strongest odor he's ever known. he can't quit goddamn smiling.

i'm planning to get some mileage out of this distance

mom, can we get ice cream at that stand outide the world's largest online collection of unsent emails?

unscented thought process

i drove the combine incognito

broadminded frogs demand to be ordained as well and too

tea cake and revival balloons in the air, the sense of four boating horsemen was almost palpable

the slickest gel in his hair, pat reilly was almost capable of being fellated
outside the staples center

dont talk to me like you're talking to me
he says signing an autoworker

look at you! you're still just sitting there thinking about the four food groups!

how come there's no one in my driveway filming the beached earthworms?