Falling From Grace
	Drag
	Drag dragged drug
	I don't do drugs
	Often.
	What am I doing here?
	A class on poetry?
	Candor at the expense of feeling?
	Candor Condor Condom
	Frankly, I saw the
	California Condor
	Swoop up my condom,     circle a-
	Round and release its condiments
	Upon Leda    who was sunbathing.
	Splat.
	Imagine that.
	She becomes pregnant and informs her father
	She was raped by a
	Swan?
	What's the point?
	Is there a point?
	A purpose?
	Purpose Purport Porpoise?
	Flipper    sliding, gliding after the fish school
	Becomes entangled in
	Fisher Brown's web.
	Oops
	Poor Flipper,
	Canned tuna for the Brown family.
	Poetry.
	Shall I bite into it?
	Or forever let it tempt me?
	Bite bit bitten
	Adam's fall.
	My fall?
	I never had Grace anyway,
	But I knew her sister well,
	Well, well -     She was
	Quite the
	Drag...