That clumsy cat
might only be
partially drunk
but that’s no excuse
for its kitty litter
turning into scarecrows
and unleashing
bloody marys
from the ceiling.
I’ll grant you this:
no half penny
is burnished with
ink fingerprints
from unassuming
decades in god we trust.
Temperance is
always met with
a quantity of nostalgia
and failing that
pink elephants
grace the silver screen
in dream sequence
predicated upon
the climax, the climax
mouse whispered in
a boozy ear
But I been done seen
about everything,
when I see
an elephant fly.
Companionship
is acquaintance
that falters
and faltering
dusts itself off
to watch the sunset
walk with mitten fingers.
Lick that ice cream
off your nose
it’ll leave a terrible stain.
