My friend sends me emails
Fragments of what’s in the air.
What to do is heads or tails.
I’m trying to be fair.
When he tells me the government’s conservative.
That means he’s short of cash.
In the living room he goes naked.
A drink in his hand smashed.
If liberals are in office he’s normal
singing to beat the band.
Picking his nose. Informal.
Calling a sweetheart from another land.
Lawyers and bankers deprive him of his fortune.
Criminals are on their side.
In the sky the Man in the Moon
is a copper singing out with the tide.
Your race is out of favor.
Weren’t you once in a tango line?
Aren’t you a Christian stuck in that manger
without a raincoat or a dime?
What about those doctors?
A-I’s better than them.
Nerves are jumping all over.
Those priests have fallen in sin.
And you expect me to survive
when carbon atoms are alive?
Chimneys with all their smoke
That Fatty telling a dirty joke.
What’s this planet’s weather?
I’m gonna get my share.
Nothing’s coming together.
A peach is not a pear.
Dear patient your problems are categories.
Straighten them out and you’ll be all right.
Forget about proxies and orthodoxies.
You’re freely human for the fight.
See that pool? It’s whirling.
Thoughts on and inside out.
Choose supersex hurly burling.
Habits stripped. Let the poor souls pout.