ooh ooh I wrote a poem last night too

saturday or wednesday
twitching phrases catch an ear
here and there
but the purposeful driver
parked instead.

TO WHAT A1M THE RIGHT OF W4Y?

the prong bent, the plug refused, and yet -
once inside, a torrent.

once a smile, more.

tho this great wizard said to
stifle it if you can

AER4TE YOUR CA8INET

or at least shuffle with a little more deliberation, godamit,

but vulgarity is lossed on me
I’m so big I condense gravitudes
including the gnarls of age
and the horses therein

so, as HOLLYWOOD say,
(spirits these days):

sometimes you eat mary, but sometimes you AVE maria.