on the horizon
stands hope’s refulgent beacon
the Golden Arches
your curtains open
my binoculars handy
kismet smiles on us
my famous volte-face
consisted of reneging
on plans to wed Cher
your dolphin tattoo
is hardly indelible
fetch my belt sander
enough badinage
let’s get this show on the road
we’ve got books to burn
I’ll assuage your fear
that I am too immature
ha ha, I said “ass”
once the head is off
the thrill of the kill always
gives way to ennui
how much do I know
about the Greek alphabet?
not one iota
known to be flummoxed
by microwave cookery
Roy stuck to physics
a lump of Play-Doh
injected with afterbirth
an ersatz donut
want bionic arms?
step into my atelier
I’ll fix you right up
for your fealty
I shall reward you greatly
milkshakes are on me
the Supreme Court judge
was known for his malfeasance
and his peach cobbler
the Stadium Pal:
his temerarious plan
for Free Slurpee Day
her insomnia
surrendered to somnolence
thanks to chloroform
remember in May
when we learned ameliorate?
those were some good times
Rictus
Bill drops the shovel
his rictus tells a story
of a prank gone wrong
go on, join the herd
flock to this absurd nostrum
they call “Tylenol”
a varicolored
utopia displayed by
this college brochure