Intricate mirror,
possessed of potential…still,
cheap, wooden, dated.

Some public restrooms
suffer the weekend vomit
heaves of drunk strangers.

Men! Be subversive!
Bake cookies for your mother!
Let her lick the bowl!

The tube is too short!
The stupid tube is too short!!!
…I am just venting.

Try the spicy green
sauce made of avocado.
It will change your life.

Nerves garble my words,
robbing me of the moment,
the moment just passed.

The groom and his groom
thank the president, as do
the bride and her bride.

The tepid rumpus
claims us eventually,
each and every one.

The car fights traffic.
The train lumbers on old tracks.
Who will win the race?

At twenty-seven,
the laziness of sweatpants
should be obvious.