Ed Sullivan
As a fully dressed clown
Reached into a bag
At the urging of Cronkite
In the height of the 60s
And pulled out the
Top 10 list of 2025
And shoved it back in
With fear
In his
Bright red nose.
Ed Sullivan
As a fully dressed clown
Reached into a bag
At the urging of Cronkite
In the height of the 60s
And pulled out the
Top 10 list of 2025
And shoved it back in
With fear
In his
Bright red nose.
That
one
solitary
yip
of the crow
flying over
the morning
parking lot
was
the
most comfortable
sound
around
That
AM.
Self control is the girl that snaps your bra
Self control is the ice cube that melts your tooth
Self control is the parakeet that will never forget you
Self control is the Mercedes Benz that owns and texts you all the time
Self control is the dyslexic gum that shouts MUG when things are quiet
Self control is the bronze fish statue that fries you up
Self control is a space ship you frivolously bought but don’t know how to drive
Self control is the bag of nuts you want to eat but your best friend just bought it and gave it to his girl
Self control is a crane in the distance dangling your soul from a chain
Self control is that phlegm in the back of your throat named glottal
Self control is the 2nd to last exit to Kansas City via Hong Kong
Self control is a draw bridge that snapped after the paper clip fell out
Self control ended this poem…
there is a
sign saying
“See you in heaven Audrey”
& now
I’m certain
She is a
Carnival saint
Sprinkling the
Good times
Right on down
Into our hungry brains
Like
Magic
Parmesan cheese.