Mr. 
& 
Mrs.
Amoeba
quite the pair,
off to the
neighbors,
theatre,
Grand Canyon,
and everywhere.

Over the roads,
Through all 
the burbs 
Wayup 
  &
Wiseside
Knifejacking
      the 
         curbs.

"Oooo!" Mrs. says,
"Those neighbors, a fine pair!"
"Those players," Mr. goes,
"Made you feel right there!"
"And the canyon so deep!"
They cried tossing pebbles
                     down 
                     in,
Till a serious young man chided,
"You one-celled fools, does it all lead anywhere?"
To which they both laughed and replied,
"Perhaps, but honestly who cares!"

i'd rather be anywhere
anywhere i can run to
anywhere that's dark
secluded

any place at all
anywhere i can count an endless string of worries
anywhere you aren't
and they
aren't

i can make it all

STOP.


(i can't...)


just wanted you to know
that i think about you
and in the soft glow of a computer monitor
my face looks sunken, sallow
as i rattle off this self-indulgent poetry
casting myself as the nostalgic hero
who never worries
and always feels good about things
who is perpetually 22
and everything
to you.

Hey people,
I'm the Wizard
of Quiz
I know all the answers
to make you 
flip your lids.
Smoking toadstools
or drinking dry limes
I'm the Quizard 
who quizes
your rotting minds.
Non-stop,
my questions
for fetid thought
under the bazar,
Ooo!  Look!
What's that trinket
on the blanket
to be bought? 
But please
take care
and do beware:
for this is 
just one fun 
question of mine,
among 10 zillion 
for the brain's
fizz cauldron.

Squidicus Leviticus
stayed up
too late 
looking at the clock
one eyed
when rather lurid
he decided
the clock
was a plate.

Then he slept,
and while he did,
all the roman 
numerals loosened
and trickled
Leviticus past,
I, III, V,
just about that fast.

Till from 
his slumber
he jarred
eyed wide
to stop his watch
in a tear cried, 
"This plate is Death,
for goodness sakes!"

I M
L RON
from 
ancient
stars,
now may
I borrow
your
IRON
for my
new blue shirt,
I am
serious
not
IRON IC (SIC)
for
I 
dream
from
B-YOND
B-WARE
what
the seer
sees
in
false
light,
for
the
Solar 
System
is 
Solar
Powered.

Morty
the
Mortician
was a kind
of a beautician
who
slurred
his words
cause he needed of
a SpamSieve,
not a liver,
to filter the
whiskey rye,
and when grandfather
died,
my mother
was
absolutely

mortified
when old Morty said,
“No one gives
two hoots
about stuff like nutrition
when you go to the
palace in the sky”.

C roatia is smelly

U nless you like flowers

N ot that I’m prejudiced

T hat would be presumptuous

F uck Croatia anyways

A nd all their Croatian ways

R ed Bull and Red Politics

T hat’s all those fuckers got

My
pants
don’t
fit,
but
I
don’t
give
a
shit,
cause
I’m
unemployed.

Human
head
for
my
hunan
hand,
oh
my
god,
I
just
thought
of
a
name
for
my
bran
new
band.

It is
cold 
in the house
in morning
in dark.