from LA LA LA

let’s throw a picnic
WWIII will be
a ripped telephone book
it’s a good thing
I’m not a planet
who allows
rank strangers
through the gate
ha ha hysteria
contemplate a tuba concert
only loneliness
is unstoppable
if given a forum
what would you say
breasts need milk too
I’m serious
about the helper-monkey
self-immolation
my friend is fried
from building a huge dragon
who am I
fooling
my computer and soul
ravished by porn
Mormon underwear
in my search engine
I am not good
with names
or their conventions
who can live
up to that
sometimes subject matter
matters
we are lost
in the desert
wanna do it
Sphinxy-style