by Brian McCloskey
It seems a pity, but I do not think I can write more. He had feet in his face. I think maybe you have a faulty dog. I can’t hear you, but can I have two goldfish? Did he ever write a poem where he gave her two extra breasts? I asked if I could help and they handed me a horse. When ribs are outlawed, only outlaws will have ribs. Before I knew her name, I knew I loved her. I wasn’t really going to throw rocks at your beautiful doughnut! I know the difference between flat and round. Shimmering tights. Fall before my huge sword of submission. Beware of falling. Is it significant that I eat bananas as I write this? Love is a touch, a glance. And don’t have mothballs in the room while you’re making love. I love you, I love you, I love you, I kiss you, I kiss, I can’t believe you’re mine I can’t believe you’re mine. I, am so, delicious. Her blood is exquisite when enflamed with passion. And justice was chasing a shoe salesman 80 miles across a desert. Princess Jones then ate her family. Just look at the way those supple red lips stay open just a little when she sleeps. Happy the husband of a really good wife. I do. Her name, at the time, was Nancy. Every house is doing something to us. Where great whales come sailing by sail and sail with unshut eye around the world forever. I could see through the hole in the nose. Then a beautiful lady walked through fire to tell me she liked me. Nothing has changed since I began. Maybe we’ll get lucky with a shark.