carry on

tigers in the bottom of the barrel
sunglasses-wearing felines &
fallacious arguments about science
kids w/ rocks 'n pasta, postboxes 'n
sandwiches w/ swans. i met (truly,
Ulysses) a mercury-sweating
caldron in the lobby with Margaret,
boy, she was acting funny.

it's like the lights-out w/o the lights
on, she said that's what depression
is. "Depression, call it depression, it
goes so, what are you gonna do about
it, that's what I'd like to know."

take off your sweatshirt when you're
talking to me, honey, i've got
my beeeeeeeads on

& again with proctors and the Lancelot-
lovers, the corn-muffin bakers & the
ice-queens whom dance in the corners

yes i was also a man once, when the
circumstances allowed it

but i tried, Dan, i tried i tried i tired,
like i'm looking in a glass here, the
mirror opening like the moon becoming
a body of water in which to swim
a cold hard woman that's looking
to knife you.

i believe in foster children's toilets
& magma machines & pushups.

please carry on.