Remember Me When You Lose Your Mind
Poems grow on the backs of bank statements.
The goose has failed to lay gold.
Sometimes nothing is funny.
Mornings are hopeful.
I can't remember yesterday.
Thank God the refrigerator is still where I left it.
Rain is okay, except for the mud.
Mud is okay, except for the rugs.
Rugs are okay, except for sex.
Who wants Italian?
Who wants Chinese?
Who'll take Manhattan?
Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone?
Landscape, hardscape, netscape.
Too much roamin' in the gloamin.
So, what'll it be,
parades and parties or
famine and war?
See, you do know what you want.
Mornings are still hopeful.