Love Poem
I like it when old women call their breasts puppies
I like puppies too
I watch a cloud I watch a trash-can steam
My girlfriend goes to work
I notice a subtle change in the sky
I think I know why a breast is like a puppy
I think I know why money is like a bone
Tonight I drink beer with the guys by a cellar
The moon appears like a great abundance of cleavage
The forest becomes abundantly clear
I'd like to hold a breast right now, I say
The guys think of what I've said
Our backs stick to the chairs
They answer,
Me too me too
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The Onager
The onager was dying but we couldn't find it
Each night It'd come and cry on our porch
Each morning I'd scrub blood from our driveway
My wife suggested that we leave milk
So I left milk but it only bled in the milk
At work my boss scolded me for looking like shit
I told him about the onager, my poor wife, and milk
it occurred to me that my mother was visiting soon
I rushed home and spruced up the place
My wife bought a big banner that read MOTHERS WELCOME 1991
I made some confetti from our overdue library notices
We turned the TV down and listened for a taxi
My football team pulled ahead
The cornerback blew us kisses
My wife ask me if I remembered my mother
what she looked like what she smelled like that kind of thing
I laughed and laughed and said no
She told me I could go to sleep and she'd wait
Anyway I have to get up in the morning
to wipe blood off the deck
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Chris Cheney