Tuesday, November 02, 2010


A Poem for Jenni

last night he tried to slip Rohypnol
in my Baja Hurricane Blast

but the pill didn't dissolve well
in the icy blue beverage

the little white date rape attempt
labored and fizzed and exposed itself

and the man who i'd thought
about giving it up for anyway

was now wearing my clutch's
channel logo on his forehead

Inspired by the words of a digital translator:

"Still sleepy I wondered .. "What makes you tonight ...?" and I have stumbled absurd thoughts in his head. by lobotomy. load? rhythm? wrought? Tonight we will do all."

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