by Pope John Paul Salon
Wickedspeak meandring boy
lick hair of a
dogpaired cocktail with anatomy music.
“Celebrate carnivale the cocktail paradise conmigo.
is peach blossom
splashed on slip
chuggling down the foaming canoecapped hill with
fathead tadpoles gupping gupping gupping…
Mommy said bad boys all want shtupping,
But she is Jewish and bakes swirled rye so dry it tastes like old cigars.
“O mom, O mom
how can I tell you
dad and his sefarih
that he is right,
O yes my body is an alphabet
how to say I am written by goy hands,
by a man with a goldcross draped (over)alls,
with a mythology whose evil is the snake we revere.”