Friday, March 7, 2008

My digital document pressed "Save As"
on my ear lobe. It said, "Praise Jesus."
I was saved. Amen.

You can't buy waffles priced
3 rubles. Not buttermilk ones,
at least. My grocer's freezer is an
auctioneer. "Five dolla, five dolla,

We don't need to be afraid of
foreign hat wear. Berets are a
gas, baby, can you dig it?
My question to you is: Can I hold
the small felt nubbin on the top?

What's the World Wide Window
got against going against the grain?
Don't deny the danger of desperation

My digital document pressed "New"
on my nose. It said, "Let there be!"
And I was light. Amen.

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