thinking it was a good day to shit on things i like
it's january and there is no snow and i am shitting myself
and the rain collapses down on me but
i am shitting on the computer
i am shitting on the stove
i am shitting on the piano
i am shitting on the gerbils
shit grabs me by the throat
and suffocates my brain and i can't think of
the shit i want to shit on
and feel neglected and wronged
‡
make green tea
think green waves
and green cucumbers
the air is dry and green
mermaid tits aren't green
panda bears tell me
‡
palace of dosas
remind me of pizza pie sized pita breads
rolled up like a waffle cone
and served with a lot of colors
that remind me of hummus
but don't taste like hummus
don't feel like hummus
a panda bear asks on facebook
'hey minneapolis peeps, what is a good/creepy gay bar these
days?'
i wonder if they eat dosas too
‡
that time a panda bear asked me for directions
i pointed him to the direction of the zoo
and he knew where i was pointing,
flipped me off and didn't thank me
i guess panda bears aren't as stupid as they look
‡
opium dens full of crack addicts
doesn't make sense like when
a panda bear asked me for directions
and i pointed him to the direction of the zoo
to which the panda bear thanked me and
sauntered off and i heard a loud scream
that vaguely sounded like 'fuck you'
‡
a sundry store opened next door over
owned by a nice couple i heard
they are panda bears
and eat bamboo shorts
in the spring and eat
silk stockings in the winter
i guess they don't eat dosas
‡
a complete wreck
garbage truck ate a cashew carrying
van
cashews are on the floor mixed
in garbage and i can see
an orange popsicle melting
on the pavement peppered with
cashews, i think
this must taste delicious
but a panda bear laps it up
and i feel cheated
‡
i ran into a panda bear at the park
he was very polite and
asked me if the zoo was hiring
and i told him i didn't go to the zoo
the panda bear looked shocked
i felt embarrassed
‡
a short man knocked on my door today
he asked me if i had seen
a panda bear running
running?
no
i told him i had not
‡
a panting panda bear lay in my
backyard murmuring
we fight for shorts but
we fight for shirts too
and i suppressed a giggle
because he was naked
‡
i had a open fire pot roast
that night
and another night too
‡
it's hard to explain
when there is
a dead panda bear
in your garage
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