KEEP YOUR LADY CLOSE, KEEP YOUR SEA ANEMONE CLOSER
I want to meet other webmasters. I'm a webmaster.
I want to cry foul at ballgames
With my lady and my sea anemone by my side.
I have an itch three inches
Below my left buttock. Now I don't.
Before me is a wide amber plain
Upon which sits a truck.
Feathers cover it like gods
In a ham-tossing contest.
Attitudes surround me in the form of wives.
Galaxies sputter and spin,
Drinking relief in the form of milk.
Questions arise in one
Nebula after another. A dove cries.
People organize yard sales.