Another A for my collection
Another A for my collection
Arrowheads to pierce the hearts
Of academics
And assholes
An ace of spades
And an accolade
Alma mater toilet brush
Anatomy and arts
Cheap darts, arithmetic
Almost
An act of contrition
Apathetic Aggregation
Sheep in owl’s clothing
Applauding
Appalling, upstanding
Upholding Arsenic tradition
Anathema enema
Algebraic poisoning
Attaboy!
Attaboy!
Attaboy!
Applied for a Job
applied for a job
cleaning bloody utensils
animal meat and hair
“go home,” said the veterinarian
write yourself another song
maybe this one will be a hit
it wasn’t
applied for a job
cleaning peep-show booths
animal sweat and swill
“go home,” said the girl
sign yourself up for college
maybe you could be a doctor
i went
Like the Dove
I quit smoking weed
because it turned me
into a dove
I would sit and coo
all the live long day
in the safety of my cage.
I want to be a spider
or an ant
or a honeybee
striking fear
spinning webs and honeycombs
catacombs
delivering sweet nectar
and poisonous blows
inflicting pain. never caged.
Like the dove.
For now
I am the amoeba. the microbe.
a one-celled menace
a multi-celled furnace
exploding with mitochondria
lurking beneath the surface
a streptococci chain
burning from the inside
choking off
life.
