One day, while having a trans-****** conversation with a converted hermaphrodite, I noticed that the sky had purpled to worrisome Final Judgment proportions. Rather than risk turning into a pillar of salt, I  hauled ***. Several moments later 3 ******* bull ***** from the L.P.G.A. sauntered over to club the **** out of the he/she.

— Henry Miller, *Tropic of Cancer

Donny's gay intonations weren't lost on the priest who agreed that, Hairy *** Truman's grave MUST be desecrated! if we're ever going to face Japanese party boysenberries with a clean mind & warm heart. The dew on the grass was gone when Donny woke in a pool of his own ***** (not just his *****, but his own *****, not somebody else's *****). What a night! A night of queerness that made every other night of queerness evaporate like the dew (previously referenced). “Donny, you're such a queen!” The guy collecting tolls for the Pennsylvania turnpike said.  (What's it called when somebody collects tolls? Oh yeah, toll-collecting!) “I know it,” Donny said as he held back his own ***** (not the ***** of the toll collector). “Smell your *** **** later,” the toll collector said playfully. “You too,” Donny replied as he committed suicide.

I have a big heart. A cardiologist might say it is because I am suffering from pericarditis (inflammation of the pericardium, the fibrous sac surrounding the heart), but I say it is reflective (& indicative) of my altruistical selflessness 'cause pagan Obama knew, knew how to enjoy gay pride month forever.

"Where's my pillow?" I asked the woman of 56. ~ "Here," she said, "use this bag of rocks." ~ I drew my gun and got a regular pillow.

(Dog **** is a sustainable, low carbon foot print alternative to houses made of monkey ****.) ~ “I see that you have no nose. What happened?” ~ “In a crazy hospital mishap, it was amputated.” ~ “What's it like living in a house made of dog ****?” ~ “What? Oh, my God! They told me it was stucco!!!”

You pump my pumped ***** lovingly with your pumpin' love stick
in our ripped Coleman tent when the thickset air is so thickly thick,
before I shave my furriest under-parts with your razor-sharp Schick,
in the days when I traded baths for a hollow promise & a moist lick

If you do not follow the script the script-writer will have to **** you
He will play the lonely broad-hating nut, but really it will be a coup
as unborn infants, burdensome babes, America “righteously” aborts
Fear not witches as aborticide is a mother's right invented by courts
The fiction is that the impregnation of our women needs no cohorts
as it's the natural law law of land, that bench law inevitably distorts
Photography elongates legs & entirely removes battle scars & warts
Chickies 9-heads tall prove truth in advertisin' ain't what it purports
The ropy trails spanning blue horizons ain't what the media reports,
Query not Jax aerosolized army tanker jets 'cause T.V. offers sports
Most of the stuff Sam's Walmart peddles is ****** ***** imports,
as China builds factories in Wyoming, who'll be manning the forts?
Respectful people used to refer to constipation as being out of sorts

the Moon is made more alive
by the waves
in ponds.

not unlike You.

whose beauty is held captive
momentarily
in every reflective surface,
whose fingerprints leave ichor
love letters
and a laugh like a forest fire.

i am bewitched. Lunacy.
yet it's a sad fate.

as it is impossible to attain
the Moon.

*Not unlike You.

Only now have things begun to grow again

I've heard many stories
Tales and past legends
Of an endless war
That spanned the cosmos

Remnants of this conflict are still evident
All around our village
Scrapped metal and bones
Half buried in the dirt

Great vessels float
Broken in the skies
An ever present reminder
Of distant past mistakes

I often ponder for what
So many fought and died
And I wonder if in the end

They even knew themselves