Out o’ the blue
in creamy blue–
afternoon moon.

‘Twas lovely wandering summer evening parks.

‘Twas in Gelat’nousboulder¹ where I saw

trash all scattered ‘long the vomit lawn, accomp’nied by

globs o’ doggie shit & feel-good posters taped on tree

boughs. ¡How nice o’ nature, serving such important needs!

Surely tacky clip-art betters boring orchids. ¡Phhh!

Luckily I saw the man whose dog improved the park

with its priceless art. Enraptured, I went up to him,

carrying the excrement in question, & I said,

I said to him,

& he’s all like,

—¿You like it? I just whipped them up this morning in FrontPage. I think the kitten in the box saying, «Cat in winter box. Pondering meaning of life. ¿What’s it all mean, cat?» is the funniest part—.

I jammed them down the man’s esophagus;

& that’s why I’m in jail for 60 months.

Footnotes

• [1] Slogan: “Supports iambicish pentameter.”

Dick
quit piddling—
you ruin my writing.

Water down-drain
1st light @ night
on a wild train.

Tea bag
refuses ice water—
not blasting up the ass now.

Tea chokes me
laughing
‘bout the aforementioned blasting-up-the-ass.
Now there’s blood in my nose.

Tea bag bounces
dipping in water…
Isn’t it just having a blast up the ass.

Morning spring
leaves fall on pumpkins–
all black text.

Accompanying music.

Toxic berries:
flush red & mint green
e’en in spring.