LIONTAMER'S BLUES

The Wildlife

[dt]: I should write a poem called, “Dear Cocaine, Etc.”
[jbt]: You mean like D, E, E, R?
[dt]: No.

Screaming Baby on an Airplane

Man.

If the
Shit hits
The fan,

I’m using
That baby as
A parachute.

If the
Shit hits
The fan,

I’m using
That baby as
A diving board.

If the shit
Doesn’t
Hit the fan,

Man,

I’m using
That baby as
A dance floor.

If that
Was my
Kid,

I think
I’d jump
Off a cliff

And use
That baby

As a
Hang glider.

Chewbacca Sunrise

Sharks

Don’t
Date;

Sharks

Fuck
Like

Goddamned
Gorillas.

(In honor of Shark Week, of course)

Pillars

I
Wonder,

Will
This
Poem

Mean
More,

Or
Less

When
The
Bombs

Start
Falling?