New Halloween idea: buy health insurance for the undead,
they’re paper animals, a side of Eli Whitney and Lou Reed’s solo work,
this is what I really need: some burgundy and Celine,
oh hold me, you pseudo sexual anarchists, maybe I’ll become a really big knave
Some sort of bandit is on his own without me.
I can write to Phil Spector about the past I drew, the Kennedy era Camelot.
I haven’t heard Marc Maron get into his politics in days.
Even William Zantzinger got to update his blog.
Sausage, ham, or plays? Damn you Barajas and your vagaries!
Well, I can get to the Key Bridge, it grows, particularly when writing poems.
Tonight’s look, porn parody, because I had to look like a reference.
Will the authorities let me see Iranian women? Hell yeah.
Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, fwriction, Inwood Indiana, Pear Noir, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is looking to publish a novel.