Swiss-Cheese Man (A Surreal Poem) Poem by Bryan Riley

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