I made

a goose face

–which was

entirely

foos-ball

(on account)

accounta the

FAQ

–asked sooOOOooo frequently

I needed

(needed!)

to honk

honk & Biggs

(toos)

–since I loved—

(jay-sus)

metaphors

are so fake

they’re always

putting on the dog, &

oh my God, they do!

similes

are just copycats

(like, metaphorically speaking)

and analogies

allude–

too dodgy to say what

they’re really about

circling foliage instead

parallel fencing, they keep most meaning out

trees garden-fresh, though!

(en garde)

and allegories

are just pets

something that

stroke-stroke-strokes

facts

into half a façade

which partial stories,

house medallion-wearing

tenets

whose accent

obscure

things too difficult to say. . .

a Cath’a’holic,

I crave my Christian fix

(massive opiates)

the cross on my back

(blood-thirsty)

so burdensome,

and the Eucharist

so stingy—

(genuflect as needed)

–it’s crackers!

(I wine)

crackers—

save

holey Jeez…

I’ve retrofitted my brain

‘got my Feng Shui on…

–plugged pot holes in my neural pathways

a bush & two birds

seismic-proofed my cortical bridge

a still rock’s moss

switched out the frontal lobe with the temporal

tree on which limb I reside

and widened all axons…

without permit

–why, what I’ve done with the den-

drites alone should make Better Poems & Gardens!

it wasn’t brain surgery

the removal of head from ass helped proprietary value, and

southern star

my hippo campus is so empty there’s room enough for dorms—

maybe there is—I forget

–plus hippo!