On the third day, Jesus
came down to save us-
not that one; I'm
talking about Hay-soos
Thinking we should swim,
then sink, because drowning
is our only option
In my poems I call her 'Miss Laura'
Ovehearing all the juicy
conversations that only
being invisible will allow
Self-importance is underrated
like
flying monkey-men carrying
live chicken detectors and
tramping vicariously
through the holes in my
swiss-cheese brain
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