it’s my condition
that forces me to abscond
with your hosiery
in grandpa’s backyard
we could see lineaments
of his victims’ bones
Trent Reznor lies down
woebegone at the mere thought
of selling millions
Juilliard’s top grad
was surprisingly callow:
“What’s a ‘casting couch’?”
she dislikes my shoes
her commination consists
of sweatshop photos
though quite voluble
Charles Manson is not the best
commencement speaker
ineluctably
he would wake at 5 AM
covered in winged ants
Aerosmith’s neighbor
was one irascible guy
and soon they were dead
brewery blowup
an exigent incident
requiring pretzels
an altercation
in front of Planned Parenthood
defused by tickles
the cheerful naif
provided his home address
to Elder Warren
Antiquarian
though unpopular
among antiquarians
garbage men prevail
the best emo band
beyond all peradventure
is The Pinky Swear
a vain ice cream man
responsive to blandishments
crystal meth discount
“Lawrence Welk” reruns
inspire ingenuous awe
at the nursing home
durance was required
to keep Beloved fans out
of Oprah’s dumpster
pudding disaster
a glutinous mess amidst
quivering entrails
he died in daylight
yet his ghost is seen betimes
wearing pajamas
he had great patience
but he could not countenance
Jerry Bruckheimer
the thrifty mothers
agglomerated quickly
as diapers rained down
that gentleman’s head
tumid from a spider bite
blocked my view of C.H.U.D.
a lost Lucifer
a fettered cartographer
an infernal map