take sips of smoke,
yellow gatorade then yr
stomach turns
it's all making yr own
inspirations
linguine in one end,
poems out the other
a flea market in the
lot of yr father's union hall
Local 19,
like that old swap 'n' shop
across the bridge
an ocean then,
bought the swords and the
stands—
it sits like a menacing
joke in the corner
of the bedroom
the point is I've gotta
create a drawing for the
front cover of ryan's
book
while my beautiful
fiancée rides
the stationary bike
my neck is a thousand
pebbles
