Poems written on hats
These are what I remember of two poems I wrote onto blank hats and which I drew pictures on as well. This transcription may be inaccurate. I have an affected memory.
I gave away these hats during the St. Dad show at Orlando, at the Magic & the Johnsons last show.
(1)
A haggard, shirtless man
kisses the palm of a blond
because she’s going to buy him a whopper.
I ask him to tell her that I want to
bite off her pointing finger.
He tells me he wants to lick
her asshole.
Him and her, that’s you and me.
(2)
At the tutoring lab I was refreshed
on radicals because the math-tutor
was out of town. I was helping a
poor student and at one point got
stuck and thought about what would
happen if I called and asked you
to foil me in plastic and freeze me in
your kitchen.
You wouldn’t pick up.
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