Thursday, August 11, 2016


being in the presence 
of a lady,
I tipped my ski mask
and bowed politely 
to her cat, 
whose name was %

orange clusters of galaxy 
spun slowly 
in my glass
as we slid bits of 
back and forth 
across the snow-covered,
kitchen floor

a couple of 
two foot tall tornadoes 
gathered up all the questions
and nailed them
to the ceiling;
they dripped 
a honey-like residue 
on the hippo’s head… 
into which the monkey
dipped his gold doubloons,
before flinging them 
out the window, 
into outer space

the lady never so much as 
batted her exquisitely 
sexy eyes

our woman of wormholes 
and broken windows 
displayed her 
potential pleasures 
under thin plates of emerald,
microscopes facing out into the ether,
telescopes facing inward 
to the singularity 
and nine, single eyes 
looking in no particular direction

the angels 
caught in between 
merely waved 
a thoughtless, 
casual hello

a sudden snapping of her fingers 
and a quick,
temperamental glance
indicated a sudden change
in mood, 
this signal 
summarily summoning 
a small army of tigers
who ripped the jukebox into 
and devoured all the 
bad magick
in its darkened soul

taking up a red pencil, 
she drew a shaky line 
down the middle 
of the table… 
it promptly fell in half,
every plate and saucer upon it
bursting into flame
and dust
and applause

when her smile threw its wave 
of dizzying heat over my wearied face, 
I spoke slowly and clearly 
through the haze,
cordially calling 
this delightfully curvaceous 
debutante by her
customary title of 

but she corrected me,
saying that she
no longer answered 
to that name

and instead, 
she now goes by 

which is short for

like you’ve 
never known

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