every song
sounds like 'get off'
in this restaurant

after seven years
of silence i picked the
year of the locusts

bourbon st. is like las vegas
but without unnecessary distractions
from drinking, like gambling

the bone under the table
is probably what's left after
the spider ate the last guest

my car is
clean enough
by now

no underwear
but a wet spot
right over the vagina

please do not
leave your dog's or cat's
carcass in the grass

taking a shower
is
utterly pointless

a gumbo, an orb weaver
and a living armadillo
making up a good day

i expected something
a bit more
like mad max