Two Poems

Like Gamma-Ray Guns You Can’t See In The Forest

1. Is murdering Suzanne like a ray gun bringing the beer in step with Ted glass blower, genocidal killer of small trees. 2. A small glass of bees and ugly Pluto aligned with cute Pluto will bring trees into a tavern and we wish you to step with us in a ceremony. 3. Cussing out trees, horny Pluto slips ugly Ted and his ray gun beneath a stand of bees where a ceremony kisses a glass Suzanne. 4. Then a cuss tree broke Pluto into edible squares that the bees took as a warning or ray gun to smother taverns full of drunk genocidal train cars. 5. Where did Ted break bees into pieces of hell, held in an open tree under Pluto’s ceremonial cuteness, which can smell like a train of Teds. 6. Ray gun knelt under red Suzanne heat as violin strings hummed cute tavern drunks to a place where warm squares of light are genocidal or just edible bees. Montana, do you ever sing to the moth on my chest. --- For Ted Berrigan 1. Montana did you build a deer or a beard in the dull grounds of sea thistle. 2. A deer wearing a beard intent on building a sea out of owl grounds and the thistle sings beer drinking songs. 3. Dear editor, while drinking owls and rush of beards tackled a deer wearing the sea as a hat. 4. Upon flushing out songs the sea growled at a owl who picked thistle from his beard which was cue to his broken glasses and his professors hat. 5. Growing tired with his deer in tow the hat cued the sea to break owls open and drink the beer inside. 6. Most old bearded owls know better but still break cradles and piss in the sea, with his hat on, the thistle in his cheek. 7. Bye bye piss caked glasses even if you knew better than deer, hats, the sea, some popes still fuck up the economy, but it sure was a nice owl.

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