rec room home | lost & found

exquisite corpse december 07 2005

“there’s toner everywhere!” she said
coughing little black clouds
was it cellophane or plastic wrap
you’ll lose more than your lunch when
mufasa is done with you! he’s as mad
as a hippo with a hernia
i still haven’t found what i’m looking for
beyond promise is perfumed milk for your corpse!
and, sure, in this room i lost my beer, but i bet
in another room soon, i’ll find it again.
feel like makin’ love
least likely to have a clue
just like the virgin of guadalupe’s belly opened up
a burped out savior
i found myself at work, tapping my foot on the carpet
imagining myself dancing
all i wanted to say was how much i miss you every day!