Madrigal, trained in puffer fish preparation,
a maiden of the
echolation that we performed
one saturday night in the backroom
at Wickey's
she tried to kill her boss
but had to be content with
just driving over his foot
she told the police her pantleg
got caught on the pedal
they believed her
and the insurance company paid
I had to go back to Santa Barbara
but my heart wasn't in it
I spent my time eating greasy fries
reading Larry McMurtry books
and smoking really bad weed that I got
from a guy in A dorm.