Nothing is Funnier

than poets who believe in the Velvet Rope of poetry.


Dear Priapus, Dear Mnemosyne,


Please spare me ever uttering

another kind word

about the works

of poets

who think scorn

and mockery

shine like gold lame

on their skeletons.


I wish you well.


I wish you the well

of yourself,


as deep and endless


as (no big secret)


everything is.



from the smallest dust bunny

to God.