friday sonnet (#208: a-spec)

carpal tunnel & a hacking cough

you tuck your shirt in but

forget to button your fly (& people say

standards have slipped), rocket science

postulates a new approach to divinity as

comedians wave from advertising, not

overly funny, their food taken from

someone’s table like a case study.

the lines are interminable & we spend

five minutes with a handful of penis,

slumped against a wall & afterwards at

a couple of dollars for every dream,

every dreamboat, are we in love,

even now? i’m pretty sure i am.