june 1 2000 red ink

wave to the dea turtle
on the edge of the
turnpike
because i'm not comfortable
in this stage
of my life.
i smell pigs feet
and you see a dead kitty
so we're on the same page.
we'll swat the flies
out of your window
because the drummers
are dropping like them.
excuse me
while i go
for a quick
drown.