Long Distance Llama Phone

Orange juice with an evangelist

oh boy!

I went to the silent matinee

in a pair of sobbing chinos

I committed 3 pagan suicides

I was always parallel to north of nothing

I had a perfect constitution for marriage

but I was opposed to the proper corridor

It was a happy ending anyway

albeit in illegal pajamas

Everything was permitted

but let me be clear

I have no more respect

for helicopters or anything else

corrugation, for instance

nothing

noodles

You can slobber your jowls all you like

I salute the silence

I am not confounded

by the roaring door

I have a long distance llama

on the phone
I’m sipping ballerina wine