Let’s go down to the marina and steal your uncle’s speed boat
I’ll get us both hookers and enough drugs to kill an elephant
Or bury two whores at sea.
Let’s go down to the -- (   )
Doxies of proxies—

I am mottled blue on days that begin with wed
I'm poinsettias in a bowl of dirty water
And her love is a train ticket to Kentucky
With the voice of Graham Nash
A violet poppy somnolence
Bone marrow and barbet seed
The turgid tomes of spurious bohemians
And licentious midwives ring out like a bell
Howling at the surf of a rubicund moon
As though death would let herself be heard