QUATORZAIN 4

I have a bruise on my thigh that looks like a galaxy
that I got slam-dancing at a show by Palaxy
Tracks. Damn! Body-slammed by a hot hardbody,
then Bam! He said Body-surf? Drink a hot toddy?

I said Instead let's check out my inflatable bed.
Thus: off to the flat-partment for some sex & dread
'cause if someone isn't scared I'm not having fun.
I sleep with a knife on my pillow & a gun

between my knees. No sudden moves, please,
& I'll be the one who sleeps back-to-wall:
I'm a balls-to-the-wall, no-guarantees

S & M know-it-all with t-shirts from all
the best underground malls. Shopping
keeps my kinks funky-fresh. That & photoshop. Cropping.

QUATORZAIN 6

I received your evasive non-response.
Nice work using the invisible ink.
But if you think a rat-faced rat-haired rat-fink
like me has time for words ensconced

in double-talk group-think, you, my friend, have got
an appointment with the blunt side of my fist.
I wear earmuffs during fisticuffs & I've never missed
an eye, my knuckle makes a beeline for the black dot

iris-spot blotting the window-to-the-soul—
kiss your soul goodbye, it's going down the hole
so quit acting all holier-than-thou.
I'm top dog here, & you're puppy chow.
This call is being recorded for evidence
in the court of evidence? Schmevidence.

QUATORZAIN 9

An epic epidemic is sweeping the nation—
it's the hottest trend since degree inflation:
CPA—Constant Partial Attention
2 acronyms. I'm writing from detention

'cause I pay CPA to paying attention
& Miss Frisk is tops at anal retention
& keeps a constant bone of contention
if my life stops revolving 'round Latin declension.

Catholic school sucks. Divine intervention
can't save me now. I won't even mention
Satan. That'd get me a suspension

in you-know-where. The unmention-
able bargain would surely be Faustian.
I haven't read Faust but I hear it's bitchin'.