POSTCARD
          
          
          Greetings from Florida!
          The weather’s great and
          A gator is about
          To bite this 
          girl’s ass!
          Wish you were here! 
          Thinking about
          Killing you when
          I get home
          Love
          Max.
          
          
          IS IT ME?
          
          
          That fine line between
          ‘in my head’ and
          ‘out my mouth’
          is getting
          finer
          
          Yesterday
          I told the postman
          ‘Hey, Fatty, watch that step
          there's some black ice;
          you guys gotta hate that
          fuckin’ black ice.’
          
          Neither my
          Helpfulness nor
          The fact the postman was
          by no means
          Fat
          Seemed to mitigate
          My faux pas. 
          
          
          VISION
          
          
          A few years back
          Some female friends
          Dragged me to a Dyke bar
          In Florida.
          Place had no sign,
          No windows.
          My eyes adjust
          And shit if
          I don’t see
          Two lesbian dwarves 
          Arm wrestling
          Under a pool table.
          No one believed me
          Even though later
          We all saw
          A Lesbian dwarf
          At the bar. 
          
          
          MULTI TASKER
          
          
          For a skateboarder
          Tony Hawk is certainly
          A gigantic whore.
          
          
          A MATTER OF PERSPECTIVE
          
          
          In photographs
          My face is
          A lot fatter
          Than in
          The medicine chest
          Mirror. 
          
          
          CONVERSATION WIITH MY DAUGHTER
          
          
          Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.
          Don’t do that. Don’t
          Touch that I said
          Don’t touch that.
          Stop it. Hey, I said
          Stop it, don’t touch that,
          DON’T touch that. That.
          DON’T, DAMNIT!
          I’M TALKING TO YOU I’M TALKING TO YOU
          I KNOW YOU SPEAK ENGLISH-
          
          Oh, sure, now, cry.
          
          Hey. Can you
          Not touch that?
          
          
          HALCYON DAYS
          
          
          When we were little kids
          On summer evenings
          Everyone in the neighborhood
          Used to play
          Hide and seek
          In the fog
          This big truck
          Sprayed out it’s ass
          To kill mosquitoes.
          
          Thick as cotton four foot deep 
          It hung there in the twilight
          As we ducked between trees
          And the fireflies put in
          A very brief appearance.
          
          Dollars to donuts
          Every one of us
          Has fuckin’ cancer
          Now. 
          
          
          DOGS AND CATS
          
          
          I had this one dog, Lucy
          And it ran away
          And was found dead
          By a neighbor.
          So my brother and I got dogs,
          Lucy II and Frodo,
          And they both got Distemper
          And Lucy II died.
          So I got another dog
          named it Aslan
          And while I was over at my best friends house,
          He ran out in the street
          And got hit by a car
          and died.
          
          And then
          My neighbors
          Golden Retriever
          Ripped my face up pretty good
          When I tried to teach him
          How to dance.
          
          So now I have a cat
          And the little bastard
          Pees wherever the hell it wants. 
          
          I’m gonna get a god damn Hippo.
          I mean, what the hell,
          Right?
          
          
          TRUE STORY
          
          
          This one time? 
          When I was
          In elementary school?
          All the boys were playing
          Softball but not me.
          These two girls
          Came up to me and asked
          Why all the boys were
          Playing softball
          And I was sitting under
          A tree.
          
          I thought about
          Asking them if they
          Had ever read
          The story of
          ‘Ferdinand’
          
          And then 
          I told them
          A lunatic
          Broke into my house
          And stabbed my rabbit 
          To death.
          
          
          NO WILD OATS
          
          
          I never ran wild 
          In Ireland with 
          With a wanton woman child 
          Hell bent on showing 
          Her Pastor father 
          What was what. 
          
          Never shook it 
          On Canal Street with a 
          Somewhat Strung out 
          Heroin chic 
          Post punk princess; 
          Never watched her 
          Mascara run when the 
          Sun came up 
          and I told her it was time 
          for my bootheels 
          to be ramblin’; 
          
          Never once atop 
          A Mountain 
          In a sunlit plateau 
          Amidst the daisies 
          Just as naked as 
          God intended 
          But for 
          Hiking boots 
          
          Or in the moonlit 
          Ocean, her whispering 
          "No names, no 
          names, that would 
          only ruin it." 
          
          Never asked a dame 
          In a divey bar 
          How she got that 
          Eyepatch 
          While lighting her cigarette; 
          Never smoked myself 
          For that matter, 
          And bar drinks? 
          Too expensive. 
          
          The Mousy Librarian 
          Never once removed 
          Her glasses 
          In the stacks, 
          Shook loose her hair, 
          Not with me. 
          
          But I thought 
          About it all a lot 
          If you know 
          What I mean. 
          
          Does that count?