Let’s hunt mice
with flyswatters
and squash their organs
with little butterknives.
Let’s drink
blackberry schnapps
and eat cold grass.
Let’s smoke marijuana and
drive to the library and
steal a green book.
Let’s turn the concrete corners
of a state building
with a broken beer bottle
at noon, paranoid and drunk,
looking for unreal serial killers.
Let’s hit the hookerbeat
tethered to greasy, pink thighs
with speakerwire and lick-sharpened
candy canes.
Let’s skip in gutters
and weep, darling.
Let’s pray to Osiris
and light our cigarettes
with stripclub matches.
Let’s throw bombs out airplanes
and crucify a plastic
baby Jesus.
Let's kiss on the hood of my
dentist's car.
Let’s yell “Bend over!”
to firefighters and
nurses, outside
the emergency ward.
Let’s jump on your father’s bed
and fuck
with him sleeping beside us.
Let’s train
parrots to interrupt school plays
with Bukowski.
Let’s snort baking soda and take
incriminating photos.
Let’s make snow men and
get married
in a church, darling.
I am
so blue
and poinsettias are
so very red.