Something about this hobo altitude
make you talk to aliens, don’t let me
intrude, fart in a hurricane: how rude!
this chunky woman is a mystery,
applying lips to men over seventy
i’m going to live forever starshine.
mourning the death of an oak tree
other than that, well, He’s feeling fine
darn the nursing home: i want to go home
you’ll go to your reward soon enough
think of His cathedral, call it a dome
don’t overlook the movement i stuff
baseball pitcher and no hitter for me
studying the math—for what it’s worth
hope to prove, in the end, indemnity
roll tide, crazy woman, think of the earth
spinning on its axis—perpendicular
folk music coming out my tired ears,
think of the children that we endure
roll tide, mover and shaker, so many beers
country living like you’ve never seen
mowing grass in a dress, build my esteem
look out daughter-angel, he’s a has-been
You don’t live, dear friend, for the team
Ocasio-Cortez, snapping back at me;
Can i help it if I love her—she looks
like Elvis to me, shaking her tawdry
leg—have you read, now, all my books?
Well I read many of them kind of fast—
sometimes you go off on a tangent,
but at least, friend, you have no past
choosing, as ever, to be another gent
backroom deals are made, here, in this
social club: men only, young lady
not until you pucker up and give a kiss
that’s something, stooge, loving for free
chaos all around me—but it has some
method to it, just beyond my simple
understanding, when, love, can I come
amphetamines, now, are making me full
can’t eat without you—biting the dust
loving a bad person; not what we choose
screwing crazy teenagers like we discussed
look at my hand—woman, that’s quite a bruise
did you get it while working for the djinn?
what am i saying, mystery man, writing
up a storm—trying to outrun His sin,
thinking, at the last moment, He is nothing
fart in hurricane, variable gone to zero
everything is blowing up, secure health
care for me—I’ll give this, friend, a go
bridge the gap, now, between their wealth