The Mezunian

‘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 […]

I can’t even count how many objects you so hawk From your gaping maw with stains of nameless substances. How your papers darken with forgotten liquids; bruised Apple cores turn brown & yellow, swarmed with plump li’l flies. Still I smell that odor sharp like needles splashed in piss; Still I feel the stickiness that […]