their jaws drop
till the dentures slide
out. And the tongues flop
in the back of their
mouth.

Make
their eyes roll
till the pupils
can’t be seen. You
won’t see the color-
if their brown, blue
or green.

Make
their bodies quiver
till they’re slimy in sweat
like rancid liver. Then make
them eat it –
their words. And feed the gibberish
leftovers to the birds.

Make
wild, daily
love. Sing as the canary
and cut a rug.