to the illegitimate child,
whose streets are dimly lit
who pores thru dusty photo albums
for the eyes that look like his,
...
Christine P., if you read this, i still remember you
more than i should
more than you know
you have never strayed far from my mind,
...
who wants to wage war
with the Orgy of Four?
against those who don’t score
them an Eight or more?
...
ample-breasted girls
can get almost anything
by leaning over
...
my pen is like a
frightened octopus
the way it shoots its ink.
...
the morning after heavy drinking
last night's liquor
straps me to my whirling bed
and makes me wear
...
before i met you,
i had already done everything
for the first time
...
my Black Pen is like my Princess
the way they run about
...
two-way stop signs
shot up with holes
a good pair of boots
...