THE STENCH OF GARY IS BROWN AND GOOISH

Dream brain waves molesting your
ar-pigfood contraptions-m.
Admit your failures,
the M-16 float makes love to peg-leg pirates
while Dora onionizes her tears.
Cap-nibblers-tain
big chin
waves to the little children
while jacking off against the rail.
Did you see the hunger-

constipation mustache
on that handicapped man?
My garbage disposal
sounds like a jet plain taking off-
lake house we go.
Token sweet cranberry ass?
Every once in a while,
my snow comes with color.
No, not just yellow,
not your human waste reds and
tans and Santa’s blue blue eyes.
Snow like the fish
and good ol’ cranberry ass,
sprinkled in brown sugar-
never mind the mistakes.
Where WOULD you put the sweet potatoes?
Sweet mother of god
I can’t get enough of the cranberry ass!
Red and glazed
and drizzled all over my hot turkey chest.
Stuff me from behind
you big man of country twang.

WHERE THE FUCK ARE Tina Turner
and the Jolly Jiggly man?

Identity Theory

Mariah Carey dances in heaven
with her lovely
lovely boyfriend.

"Have you ever seen
someone so lovely?"
I ask Panda at the zoo.

Scratching his balls,
"nope, never a more lovely."

Child’s playpen jamboree,
those balls are not my balls-
my balls are far more lovely.
The child is peeing on those balls-
Not my balls.

Canon fires at oncoming heaven-
explosive balls-
That damage is so lovely.
I made that hole,
and that hole,
that hole,
and that hole.
All the lovely holes
with miniature cats in suits
dancing the waltz.

The waltz is so lovely.
If Mariah Carey could do
the waltz
I’d put a bow tie around her neck
and call her lover
and lover and I-
don’t you think we
would be so lovely?

"Yes," says Panda,
scratching his balls.

These balls are not my balls.