I make them up as
I go along. I bend the ones that
don’t work for me. I seldom edit the
the manuscripts. I like to

improvise and I don’t take
tips. I’m hard to work with. So,
I work alone. That way no one
triggers me. I like my men as my coffee –

strong. I like my poetry as my food –
hot and spicy
don’t play nice with me
I’ll drink you under the table –
and ******* there too! In fact

I’ll ******* in a haystack, on
the hood of your Corvette –
in the mud we’ll wrestle merrily ‘til we
smell like dung and cigarettes

and just for fun we’ll run naked in the rain
washing the cares out of our hair with flax
and motor oil and laugh at the world