Be- Jested by the bye
   Ceilings are not for falling
     You failed the math part but it
Was okay
 This makes zero sense
   

Exit pattie
  Of Indian red loose
 Fits and
 torn by the wayside
    Take. The.
  See along the.
 See ?
Nah
 Just itching a scratch - a - doodle
    Nah
Nah no Sam Shepard sighs
Of lounging unto
  Afternoon
 Lower case letters
    See?
   The wicker chairs are all rotted and
Falling apart
  You smell the cooking
 From the hot kitchen
 There's a strange mustiness
 To the stairwell
   Do you remember that?
Smoking in grandpas old bedroom
   While the snow covers the bean fields
  And the cows are in the barn next door
Woo
  Throw it out there
Just out
See?

Mucho dispirito
  Inflatto
           say
                   what-
Line -

       Break
     Trowit
 Snappit
   Made in China
   Seeds
Of what will be
   New Islands
    Made of melted ice
         And I mean a lot
Of ice
 

Carnitas dad was eating at Roger’s All Dogs Restaurant at Sycamore & 5th streets. It was one of his favorite late night spots. He was on his twelfth hot dog and he was starting to feel a little full.
“Two more, Randy.”
He washed them down with a gulp from a liter size container of DP.
“ Aah, that hits the spot. And it’s a big spot.”
“Okay Mr. Regalo, have a good night.”
“See ya, Randy.”
He got in his 83 Buick Cavalcade that his wife had brought home from her work and turned on the radio.
“DISCO!! Yeah! Oompa Oompa Oompa Boom!!”
The rain was still coming down when he pulled into the driveway.

Lambert’s girlfriend was shocked.
“ You hired a woman to sell cars?”
“ She sold three cars today in the freezing cold! I’ve never seen anything like it. Haha, cracks me up.”
“What is she, some kind of a bombshell in stiletto heels?”
“What? No, she has an EYE PATCH! And I made her wear Bobs plaid sport coat. Haha.”
“When does Bob get back from rehab?”
“Fuck Bob. I’m done with him.”
“She has an eyepatch?”
“Yep.”

Carnitas’ mom worked at DooRight Used Cars down on State Street.
A fellow named Lambert Doowright owned the business.
 Lambert’s motto in hiring had been “Women can’t sell used cars!” At least that was his motto until one bitterly cold day in October when Sally Regalo walked onto the lot looking for a job.
“Yeah, I don’t hire women except for bookkeeping and I already got one.”
Lambert was staring at her eye patch. ‘A woman with an eyepatch wanting to sell used cars’ he thought to himself ‘ Jesus Christ, what’s next?’.
She said “Tell you what, in this weather you’ll be lucky if one person walks on the lot. I’ll work all day for nothing and if I sell a car, you give me a job.” And then she smiled.
Lambert was kind of charmed by the smile and her pluck. “ Uh ah, what the fuck.. go for it!”
Then he thought to himself and said “But wait, here, wear this sport coat.” It was orange and purple and polyester. She looked at it slightly perplexed with her one steel grey eye and then she put it on. It was just a little too big.
“Okay I’m going to work!” And she slammed out the door.
Lambert laughed at the sight of her.
“There’s no fucking way she’ll sell a car looking like that in this weather! “
She sold three.

Drain the fusillade
    Reports to Sherman
        Great envoys of mildew and mirth
             Far from home
    Boots worn out
     Teeth loose in his head
        Begging pervitin
In letters home
    Still
 We bathe in the river
 And take poison eyed gambles
    Ah tra la lee
Tra la lee!
   Shots echo in the cobbled streets
Let’s get the fuck
Outta here
 Haha!
   I forgot my keys
Dammit
   Oh well on Canada!

Laughing
    And yelling
  Goin on all night
   Downstairs
Thumping and banging
   Until around 3 am
 A Woman yelled at them
 Hey knock it off
It’s 3 am!
  Still went on
 But then quiet
   And I feel worn out
This morning