To Pat
you should be like a dollar
pingpong pussyballs evoking
distant vowel consonation
and deep deep dipthongs
the oilstain calls me aside
ladies and gentlemen
says the black rat
place your bets
on interior motives
mote liquefaction
and other coups d'œil
and cookbooks of polish kings
the happiness of just the right stroke
is written upside down and backwards
pen penis and pen penicillin
rolls man woman and child
into a persona non grata à la mode
gangbanging its way
to memory glory
and strange subtle moments