Lettuce Spray

Halfway to the altar

We recognize a familiar face:

One of wanton unwanton violence and disdain

The filtered water tastes like machine oil

And I’m worse off for it

So are you

So are you

So are you


Then take care of it!

No wonder no one knows–

It’s a jaundice case!


Let the levity fliy

Let the wings be sutured back on

Let some chickns pass


Time for a poem:

The little one is offensive and offended

The middle one is a British spy with faulty mitochondria

The babushka of the house gets normal when she’s not being abused by her psychotic husband

I am a victim of just about everything

There’s no poetry in this

Except the pain that people put me through


Without explaining…

…That they’re Christian.