The Old Spag Factory

The last time someone wrote a love poem

without a smirk or an apology

it was 1987.

I don't remember it well.

I had vasoline on my lips.

I was a Chevrolet in reverse.

I was Chinese checkers.

Because petroleum president & the halibut hum

the apricot turned over

the sock & such

there were 1001 unique moments

when the butter was in charge.

Questions, questions

the toilet brush

the mozambique

it’s time to stay horny for the sun

clamp your perfume

to the stony chimp—

I blasted off from tulip bulbs

room deodorant

siren

I’m with you my hairy monster

a great reunion of Indiana Pacers

eliminates the air

Here’s your gumbo, sir

off you ride your table horns

to the secondary moon

& three day’s beard

& filomena egg stump

& egg

& egg

oh Dad

the lumbar region!