sometimes I write the word "mother"
when I actually mean "cat"
condensation on the bookshelf,
the lower drawer in the kitchenette,
a puddle of gruel accumulating
on the seat of the new "winged
chariot" Ford Odyssey, September
slopping into the bucket you keep
under your chair, in case,
the crossing-guards drop by again,
hungry for some baked Alaska
with artificial violets
T.S. Eliot fans will bust a hip laughing: http://www.corprew.org/content/lolcat-wasteland
READING THIS THURSDAY -- WALTZ CAFE IN ASTORIA