no segue needed
between discussions of oil
and killing the poor
back from the meeting
Ned’s jocund grin assured us
our moonshine would sell
adamant about
being true to his namesake
Spock Jones had no friends
when we lived at sea
those were our halcyon days
before the gulls came
tonight we escape
this banal jerkwater burg
in my Ford Taurus
if you had even
a modicum of virtue
you’d give me those clogs
if you’ll fetch my bag
we’ll see if this pacemaker
is adventitious
let’s consider nukes
before we capitulate
to democracy
in my microwave
you’ll deliquesce into goo
die, Man-E-Faces!
Warhol’s detractors
were immured by his henchmen
in Brillo boxes
your hauteur may be
popular with the ladies
but you still have lice
we now constitute
a concerned parents quorum
I’ll buy the first round
corporate afflatus
subtle indie film reborn
as slapstick sitcom
I would have gotten
away with it if not for
those officious kids
your newest painting
ostentatious, trite, puerile
and I must have it
his “iron stomach”
did not live up to its name
when he quaffed the bleach
preschool demagogue
reign of terror now ended
swings from the gallows
farrago of pills
scattered across the table
on Christmas morning
listen, don’t cavil
about your job description
please, just bathe the corpse
mock my pink helmet
but you will bleed if you dare
deride my Vespa
it was a sad year
for the mathletics program
trammelled by poachers
though I’d like to help
even my capacious truck
can’t hold all those whores