each prick
- be it a little devil or jesus -
i believe in it.
this beans me
argyle cafe, 1994
some lonesome hic
walks in
wants to see the figures
but we only got
racing details from yesterday
so it all breaks up
into pansy -
out on the street
golf got fried otter
on his club
had it taken away
egg on the lazy susan
mayo on the thai
bar friend on the owl
what a
fabulous way to die
one whole in won
owned them all
like an archangel
changed them
into the unremarkable
belfry gargoyle
vomiting stone
into a garden well
laughter
is
a
burbling
sound
forever
after
like wind