there’s some good
gum mint bonds
over here, some
fruit fly papers,
some mint gum
ready for chewing,
some mixed bums
all ready for stealing,
hypothetical crumbs
of crusty bread and
butter shells waiting
for a taker, all wrapped
up in a high-foil drake
and nose-dive reaper,
snaking up the river
in a kayak made of
bond paper and well
wishes from the darky
depths of the dingy
gray dredge lagoon.
9/2/06
[I'm on a jury in US Fed Ct until ~9/15]
