Who will never speak to each other again.
No more pizza box between them.
No more who’s the daughter.
Talking to either you get why the book’s ripped.
I usually like crazy people.
Not the chop-off-the-heads-of-small-animals-for-a-necklace
Except for the six-foot wing-span
and hurling balls of fire,
you can’t generalize.
You can make huge unsupportable statements
like a tent not knowing how to make a tent.
We all suffer mortification by prefab pudding,
soft-boiled egg, busted pencil point
and would make a powerful voting block
should we ever be organized.
I’ll never be organized by anything
except random particle movement
which you’d be crazy to think of
as any kind or order so there you go.
There’s never a single cause
for a forest fire. We have no liquid
state, just skip directly from solid to gas.
The best building is when it falls.
We use our freezers expressionistically
as one would a gallery, an aquarium.
From each, at least one adequate sauce.
We swig cough syrup directly,
no intermediary spoon.
Everything is embryo.
The weaker won’t go to that bookstore anymore.
The stronger crosses out Thanksgiving.
Once 14 pies for 8 people.
A letter goes into the river and passes through the world.
Once we came to the same cliff,
might have glimpsed the same porpoise.