A water wagon rides into town
nobody from the waist down some
body’s moved to the Mirage Club
captivity underscores the strangeness
of this life we’ll believe like chickadees
almost any seed and tanked up on Pike’s
Magnolia Shriveler hung like a horse
of a different color a capella pinto
let the shits fall where they may
take Webster random in any one of
every derivation yes Dad
your son’s an effete flaphead
and hedge hiccup emeritus
I’m beginning to feel like Machiavelli
edge the pond Archie
forget about that cockamamie Loch Lomond
cocktails made of winces
you have a nosegay for a heart
a mind scuttled by rum
no echo chamber
to sound surrender