A Chronological Survey Of Viability
In this scenario life falls backwards onto an ugly bedspread:
most people never consider peeling an apple and Dutch beer
is served in bottles the color of S&H green stamps. I'm there
and so is long division. It arrives in footsteps using toes pretty
enough to kiss. Sally keeps a knife in her in her blouse to cut
at the international date line and insists I picture any teddy bear
I'd be willing to let her hairy-up next to. Heaven sips champagne.
Hell is a round comic buttock shaking or hints it's vulgar. Later,
she'll ask for cab fare home then realize she could have asked
for more. But for now, the whole world decides to become a
piece of real estate dirty enough to eat off the floor. Kissing
degenerates into biting. And perhaps worse of all, the kidney
punches Kalamazoo took in the first scene have already resulted
in a little blood in the property management company's urine.