His proper name is ‘*****’.
But early on,
he was christened
Fergie Fang.
Yes, and she called hers
Fergie Fang’s Fan.
Fantastic!

In later years,
during foreign affairs,
he became The Ambassador,
then was elevated to
His Royal Highness.
Preposterous of course!

Now, I simply call him
the meaning of life
and laughter.

And really, I don’t know
which comes first,
or after.

You can’t force art
Said every artist ever
Well I force it
I force it
Force it
It
Force it
I force it
Well I force it
Said every artist ever
You can’t force art

your voice a sweet
          ripe
          be-
          cause
every morning in my
          stomach left
          gravel-
          like
coffee-stained tongues,
          rolling from tips  
          like peach pits -
          devoured
slowstickysweet, the
          center
          of each
          earthy
          peach.

Well
not so sure I think or feel
but it was a hot day
the kind to make your skin melt
and you want to take it off
so your bones can breathe
but ****** is illegal
in Kalamazoo
so we must be polite
to the locals
eat the bacon fat like good people do
love air like lemonade
bitter and delicious
refreshing in the right circumstances
loving the smoke
so sensual
in and out
controlled and contorted by lips
pillars billowing
cliched
but so **** fine
thick and formless
it disappears
but for a moment
it's yours
theirs
yummy
wrists crack like silly skeletons
jumping around
clowns in the heavens
what are you saying
my dear boy(s)
you think you're in love?
I think you're in
for one hell of a ride
if you're into
cremating your dignity

I farted in a lift today
                                    I know now
                                                                 That is wrong
                                                                                                      on so many levels.

"Nature"
seducer sublime
taking up all
of my time