1. You are super
strong and everything. Ever think about going into the Paralympics?
Parapelegix
aren’t estupid, they are just the only ones who can sit still when the merengue
estarts going.
The kotinos, a sprig
of jib catching wind on its way to Diamond-shaped heaven, rots on my shoulder.
Television’s in
Quantum repose. The Knicks trickle down the bleachers with worn
Hollandaise drips.
I bought a Mystery Bag
for 3 bucks before bar close, then was raked out by my billowing neck.
“Your almond eyes are
toast!” he says. “They look small but, man, are they strong!” he says.
Little girlie squints
up at me, frightfully Nixon of her. I ask, why?! “I was being a
You,” says her resin.
I am good at three
things. Knowing what a damn tree is. Running away. Saying hi
when I mean it.
Look at us,
monkey-faced, cross-eyed in sub-weirdo weather! Will you step ladder with
me?
We are hand jiving in
a room of American Sign Language for Be-Winners! Oh, poor us.
We are canola oil in
Sicily. We are yellow paint for Krishna. We are neatly checkered
kitchen tables.
2. Sorry to compare my
recently discovered lactose intolerance to your loss-of-limb.
Oblong body, weakened
by milk, cozy in blue righteous underwear popcorn coach butt impressed.
I could be BATMAN
FABIO SCHWARZENNEGGER COSBY STONE COLE STEVE AUSTIN BACONATOR!
Did you know the stomach
gets no, nothing from the flowing Worchester sauce and tay-toes
When lactose coats
it. It is nesting its Zionist ass at the bottom of your belly, soaking
and displacing
Those woeful
nutrients. That damn dairy takes your Vitamin Brave up to the tops of our
Altitudes
And evaporates its
ribosomes. Sands its corners. Reticules its heart, honor,
sunrise memories.
So you are left with a
nap that fries your nails, not lightens your lids! Ick your lozenges!
Your eyes are
wilting. My eyes are wilting. I am lactose intolerant. My
minerals went to no orphanage.
Poor me, now sipping
smoothies in my know-how. Poor you, probably just as well you dream in
cheese.
You CAN so no to
gas. I swear so. Princes, you’re worth it. When will you go
after what you deserve?
