This chocolate, caramel and nougat
belongs to me—you stay away.
Though lunch is gone and tempus fugit,
this chocolate, caramel and nougat
is no more for you than Xavier Cugat.
Perhaps I’ll bring some more some day.
But this chocolate, caramel and nougat
is mine—you stay the hell away!
|LIFE GOAL #31
When I finally jello-wrestle
I'll hit her hard.
I will not falter.
I'll pile-drive and somersault her.
I'll eat the lunch
of Barbara Walters.
Perched on Bill's head like a scared feral cat,
nervous and rangy and losing its fur.
Should've come with a sign: “What are you looking at?”
Perched up on Bill's head like an edgy stray cat.
He drowned it eventually in the muddy South Platte
after some local wise-ass addressed it as “sir.”
Perched up there like Uncle Bill's pet feral cat,
nervous and rangy and losing it fur.
The goddam cat runs down the stairs.
I can’t even yell his name.
The bastard caught me unawares,
that goddam cat running downstairs
to sell my stolen tongue to bears
who’ll grind it up with aspartame.
There goes that damn cat down the stairs
and I can’t even call his name.