a plus looking high school
don’tcha think so? your old
pops knew every single kid here
believe it or not. oh man i remember
the time bernie mason jar jordan
peed his goddamn jeans in the front
of the goddamn pizzeria line.
i howled so loud. why? cause he lost
control of his bladder when
i socked him in the stomach. see princess
they called him mason jar cause
that’s where he left his lunch money
for me every day in his locker. class act
he was till he got too smart. you know
he’s not doing too shabby. nowadays
he calls hisself the masonry
jar i think? see he has all these floating
mason jars he controls with his mind
or something. he called me
out a few months ago and let me know
i pushed him invent those doohickeys
then he crushed my knee cap. that’s right
your old man is the reason for that bastard.
better get my autograph now sweetheart.
a biochemistry major
walks into a bar
and helps me understand
Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle
through molecular orbital theory.
ah! of course my karass
are electrons buzzing around
and not sharks circling me
grinding my feet to stumps. they are
not like planets at all in fact
i would say it is a thick
sticky swamp surrounding
the wampeter which is a wave
an atom and a good mother
and a roll of 12-negative film.
something is wrong
with the way i see
and all these roads do
not lead to Rome after
all the boy with the bright
green hair told me eyes
are a curse we must
break free from.