The Party at the Overleaf

Marcel, then a curator
Bandaged dog, now limp

A casket
A crutch

Silly that the picture
Of the penis
Won’t lay over
Like the real one

Call her for me:
Time won’t let go.

Francis:
Zipper down
Buttocks exposed.

America has AIDS
From taking it
Up the ass.

Lord Goodman
Looks better
In a full-body tourniquet

What I wouldn’t be
If you weren’t there

Didn’t like it
In the yard
But could
Tolerate the night
(with cold compresses)

my laugh won’t translate
into your culture
(queue the smog)
only when you think it’s safe

came leeches
into
a microwave-safe serving-dish.
The joke is a visual variant.

I held my breath
You looked away
Can’t frame that
With mere knowledge.


-jim hill (5-25-09)