MORNING T.V.


Crows and whey.
Eating omelet
of scrambled pussy-eating against the sick.

"What are you for, really?"

The indeed.

I went to HOME DEPOT
and got some John Ashbery wallpaper.

I hung it in my guest bathroom.

It's come, whiskey breakfast

and fuck it. We
need to Jerry Springer

your ex-therapist to teach her a lesson.
She should be able to score her own drugs,
she's an M.D. or some shit like that...

Carpetbagging bitch.

What are you doing at Denny's?

"TRANNIES in love," the unborn beak
of squid on the DISCOVERY CHANNEL.

Fake as the killer's 911 call
on FORENSIC FILES. Stared

at the John Ashbery wallpaper
middle of the night

for the small carp,

their Japanese muted
screen. Dimenhydrinate

improves the real estate.