You Old Bastard (Water Torture)

The harder you
squeeze
the slipperier it
gets

Taoist bullshit
told exactly
as it is

I believe in the
ego
even though it doesn’t
exist

Who held the sack up
and found nothing?

You did

You old bastard
choking on dirt
and air

(untitled)

I snapped her shadow pensive
against the bedroom wall
as the prehistoric bird swooped in
snapping croaking

she could no longer stand
and I could no longer hold my arms
up against the light

High Steaks

you almost fall out of your chair
as we try to bake eggs

where do we put them?
you ask
above or below the meat?

I reply:
which cow laid these eggs?

these eggs,
you moan through squinty eyes
they are SO baked

The Pumpkin Puking on the Porch

The pumpkin puking on the porch
looks miserable and deathly soft

He wallows in a mess of pulp
populated by seeds that gleam a steady pearl cream
in the moonlight

***

The pumpkin talks in a soft croak:
“There is no such thing as a political poem”

You bend over to listen
as the wind picks up

“Political poems are for puking pumpkins-
just listen to the bush”

The bush in front of you bustles

***

Warrrryarrryarrryarrrarrrr!

The pumpkin pukes
seeds and pale orange fiber
in the moonlight

Swwwwwwwweeeeeeeetewwwwwewww

The bush bustles

***

Inside the house:
news

Outside
in the moonlight:

bustling bushes and puking pumpkins