Blend in with the night
Sounds, crickets
Bleeding in sudden silent
calling desparation is
the Irish way.
We forgot the heat -
Who loves us?
out of control
we were bad in the
courtroom
when Roddy McDowell
shaved his legs.
He said the razor chafed him.
Who knew?
God knew.
omni optimus Prime
translated into Pig Latin
for the price of a dime
If the organ grinder pauses
will Jojo the monkey die?
I hope not. He spins well,
with little silver pauses
that trickle through the
wine stains. Electricity
makes him feel alive again.
through
sky funnel trees
midnight owl tube breeze
plaster of paris sky
no one ever dies
Who loves us?
Nobody.
But she was only joking.
-Grace Camblos & J. wade Puryear
