The Moose

Some of these hotties get destroyed.
I made this sweet mix cd & called it “Mellow Tunes.”

I went to college inside a college-shaped seashell.
I went into my room & turned inside out.

Business timed too slippery. When I opened the frozen
Nuts spilled across the carpet as trembling.

The body on the cobblestone looks to me like a moose.
That sliver of moon is his eye, those stars are his horns.

The yellow has wings. A welt from the colander.
Some of these hotties get their teeth for Christmas.

Stuffed four dozen hot dogs into a moose skull.
Some of these hotties get their money’s worth.

Some of these hotties get destroyed.
Do you want me to tell you about my new poem?

It’s called: Some of these hotties get destroyed. I think
You’re going to like it. I really think that

You’re going to like it.
Did you like it?