By Paul Vincent Andrews
your dreams become a porn movie
deranged thoughts worse than Satan’s
gyn center, the Doc himself asks you
“staying above water in this”
“had to buy a snorkel”
you’re back in the brown, red, and pink
strange pimply flesh, and the razor burn
God’s sounds the alarm
you luck into Terry Callier
“I’ve seen a sparrow get high”
“and waste his time in the sky”
perhaps today’s the day