It’s not the billy-club, it’s the motion.
Spilled oil chokes ocean
dwellers. Regret is a masturbatory emotion.
Children taunt the caged ape.
Aggressive seagulls ruin picnics at Cape
Cod. What will happen when our ids escape?
Adam lost a rib, Van Gogh an ear.
Vodka puts a leash on fear.
Earth’s an ellipse, not a sphere.
What can cure, can ail.
There’s a dead mother in every fairy tale,
have you noticed? Poor Freud’s gone stale.
Neighbors’ sex lives enter through the vent.
What you can’t prevent,
devour. There’s a hero for every event.
There’s a cold shoulder for every ache.
A trashed hotel every spring break.
Six wounded women for every rake.
Better to make art than to create
drama. On a scale of one to ten, please rate
your heart. It’s tattooed with the words you ate.