Issue 166, Summer 2003
In that far off sweet forever.
Just beyond the shining river.
When they ring the golden bells for you and me.
On the morning that lasts forever
the neighbors are playing a tape of Tibetan
monks again, somewhere between groaning
and flatulence, calling it music. We could
take the dog for a walk if we had a dog.
A famous contortionist has a fit of hiccups
while practicing the Bavarian Pretzel
and buggers himself severely before anyone
can come to his rescue. He swears it has
never happened before but he shows little
remorse, saying, "Such accidents are simply
hazards of the profession, and virginity
is an asset only to the very young."