emptied beer cans float remarkably well for things that destroy
columns of bubbles or rabbits' spines which gather rickets off
uneasy grassy fuzziness -- oh tease and please this apple sauce
squeezed from cuddled raisins rocked by little yelps and squirts
and hoisted poorer from sasquatch's pistol-faceted ricochet

the river's hunting out and down the frenzied upkeep i persist

it's mocking a friend who never belched or squeemed to hail
my eastward snack of death and sewage and selfish pity
which finished out a jiffy little yesterday devoured by fear

the grain of a dime solders the partly throbbing veins of dying geese
whose lives come to bespeckled end from the strength of
whiskeyed ding-dongs oozing mucous on account of hot rice
whispering under the toes of buddah and stoking corporate quackers