Quack Watch


Reading on the taoist bedroom

in little hours between reason

and flip to the back

for the classifieds at

the end of each night

and the moon wanes

in the exact contour of

Elizabeth berkley

and a song

something something condor

a melody that's perfect to everyone

played on Andes flutes

arches back into the window

of the house accommodating

the neighborhood rainbow party

a choosy guest list

of exactly no one

gossiping between mouthfuls

the little brothers

are in the parking lot

rolling back and forth

ramped on dip