“Secundum leges aviation omnia sciatur, quid sit nullo modo posset fugere a apis. Alis parum corpus adipem ad esse eius angustus ut off terram. Ut videatur apis sane, quod apes non curamus quid homines fugit usquam cogitare est impossibile.”
For T.S. Eliot
sono così dispiaciuto
I. THE EXCAVATION OF THE LIVING
April is the stinkiest month
The smell of poo-poo and pee-pee
Waft over big-booty hills
Down to a sunless sea.
II. A STARING CONTEST
I remember
Those are eyes that were his eyes
Those eyes
Were eyes
III. “FIRE, FIRE, FIRE, FIRE, HEH HEH HEH”
Burning burning burning burning.
Burning?
Burning.
What did you say? This fire is very loud!
What did you say?
burning
IV: DEATH BY GAMER
Phlebas the Phoenician, a Fortnite player,
Forgot the cry of children, and the Electro Shuffle,
And the Flapper and Floss.
O you who play the game and look to win
Consider Phlebas, who was once a gamer like you.
V: WHAT THE BLADDER SAID
DA
Damage: That’s a lotta damage
DA
Dayum: Dayum, son, that’s a lot of damage
DA
Da: Da
I shat upon the shore
Pissing, with the April Fool behind me
Pee-Pee Pee-Pee Pee-Pee
A Life in Poems 