Memo From The Eyeball Kid

Let’s celebrate the approaching Spring / Vernal Equinox on March 20th along with longer, warmer days—let us:

— scallywag tinkle, so we’ll all be missing that eyebrow housemother of slink and shade

— veil our cultural and religious homicides for those who observe

— sing the “eyeball sling” and shackle our clothing

— gouge a prepared neighbor and bigamist

— gorge on baked blackbird prepared by talented druggists, or stay a while and ride our tin bicycles

— reconnect, sleuth, and sex our chops before the grandiloquent school board councilor

And don’t forget! Sunday begins Deadbeat Saxes Timetable, so we’ll all be missing that extraterrestrial slumming hour and set our clones ahead one hour!

What I’m Reading:

“I am not even a real artist—know I am a fake of some sort—sort of write from the bowels of disgust, almost entirely. Yet, when I see what the others are doing, I go on with it. What else is there to do?”

— Charles Bukowski / On Writing