Thursday

Two Poems for Andy Kaufman



1.

Mighty Mice

I love pissing off the balcony drunk
at 11:30
when there are still a few
lights on
in the neighbors adobes
but nobody's watching
as the moon swims cleverly
behind the roof tops
like the great gatsby
disguised as a yellow marble
dreaming about your new hair cut
and anatomically correct
puppet shows
laugh at the size of their own
mortality
while billions of extraterrestrial tv screens
flicker on and off
perfectly synchronized
and other shit
yes an un-emptiable ocean
of other shit happens too

2.

streams from the balcony

while
wrestling my gi-normous member
back into my trousers
you dance drunk in the living room
singing along to the tune of Baby Bitch
occasionally screaming
"There's an Art-eest! on stage!"
now shit like that, it's just funny
while laughing
i bite my upper lip
and the blood tastes
like fruit punch






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