THE HOUSE TO MYSELF
Twenty-three percent of all
horse-related accidents
occur in real time
to give you a realistic feel
of how it all goes down;
horse-related accidents
occur in real time
to give you a realistic feel
of how it all goes down;
if you're lucky, sophistry
will oil you up, casting doubts
on your ability to lead.
Similarly, if I had a head
for every mouthpiece
who ever knocked on
my door, I'd never stop
blowing. Intimacy is out now
digitally, and will be
released later physically.
I like that title a lot and wish I'd thought of it. :)
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Aww...you can still use it. I like "The Sausage Partisans" better.
ReplyDeleteYou could gather all your blog poems and call them THE HOUSE TO MYSELF.
ReplyDeleteAnd subtitle it: "The Man Who Loved Diane Keaton Something Fierce."
Or, "The Man Who Loved Diane Keaton the Same Amount as 98% of Humanity Does"
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Brother, please. I know I am not holding up the other two percent. Especially after her latest cosmetics commercials. Which involve her making out with a golden retriever, by the way.
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I am disappointed in your outmoded attitudes regarding interspecies romance.
ReplyDeleteWell, I DID marry a bear.
ReplyDeleteAnd my boyfriend is a cocker spaniel.
I'd say I'm purdydamn tolerant, all in all!