Monday, October 14, 2002

A quick
short walk
to the beach
you wear
your blue bikini
blue like
my heart
blue like
my teardrops
and almost I
can see the nipples
your boobs, not
my heart or teardrops

We walk,
hand in hand
and one more hand
like the hand of love
a third-wheel who
won’t take a hint
we sit
in sand
sand in my shorts
ass crack!
You complain
it’s cold
why must you
ruin everything?

Shit! Now
a crab
in my shorts
scrotal flesh
clamped in shellfish claws
selfish claws
like something
I saw on
The Flintstones
My pain is red
red like the crab
pinching my balls
Motherfucker
Quit laughing,
Shelly, you
stupid bitch

Oh, now
You’re leaving?
Fine
          Go
I would rather
date your sister
anyway.

Fuck these
claws of love
hurt like a
motherfucker
and the crab
that is too real
crab bastard

Invent It!
I will invent it! An alarm for when your milk expires or there’s a nail in your tires or when you’re sleeping with liars.

Mrs. The Pope
I’ll elope with the Pope on a Sunday in Spain, and I hope that the dope won’t pick a day when it rains. For though the walrus and crow might find it refreshing, the sugar-drop people would melt right through the chairs’ meshing.

God Only Nose
Just think if your cheeks were where your face ended! How strange! How ugly! How inconvenient! How loathe! Why, if you had to sneeze then you’d damn near explode!

Marmalade and Lace
Marmalade and lace, I step on your face as you draw back your bow. Where’s the arrow? I don’t know.

My New Lifestyle
What a beautiful day! I almost wish I was gay and I lived in L.A.. What more can I say? What a wonderful life that would be!