by Brian McCloskey
Half a potato’s not garbage. A bit like waking up next to a corpse. There’s nothing worse than a wood with a snowy neck. A hug in an envelope. Sweet is true love tho’ given in vain, in vain. Make the floor your friend. I’d rather bait a crocodile with my manhood. Give them hearts for love alone. Talk me some road. Better by far you should forget and smile. Alone without friendship, alone without love. Zebras in my bathroom are barking with envy. Then talk to me about abject negativity. My love she laughs like the flowers, Valentines can’t buy her. He crosses his legs and kicks the budgie into the fire. A pure heart create for me. She was lying in a pool of her own tomatoes. A car would be crazy. Seven words to tell a story. Take me in, tender woman. As opposed to good? The fish is in my pocket. Car drives past window in town. Buying oranges and eating monkeys by mistake. Fry those up and do the brain thing. Cling tenaciously to my buttocks. My dreams are nice enough. His body wants Judith.