THE LAST TIME I PUT ON MY

THINKING CAP I HAD

TOMATOE JUICE

Running Through my blood

I HAD A PELLEGRINO BY MY SIDE

I HAD TOO MUCH BUTTER

AND MY STOMACH CHURNED UGLY

THE LAST TIME I HAD A PREMONITION

I HAD A HOT FLASH

AND ALL MY POTENTIAL LIVES

FLASHED BEFORE ME LIKE WET DREAMS

AND THEN LIKE A PACK OF QUAIL

THEY PROMPTLY FLEW THE COOP

I WAS SITTING OUTSIDE THE BAR

AND SUMMER HAD FINALLY DIED DOWN

EVERYTHING, IT FELT,

HAD COOLED TO A SIMMER

I THOUGHT OF THE WOMEN

WHO CHANGED THEIR MINDS ON LOVING ME

AND THE MEN TOO

WHO BEAT THEIR CHESTS AND CALLED ME FAGGOT

I PUT ON MY THINKING CAP

AND WATCHED THE WORLD PLAY CHESS

AND ALL THE IDIOTS WITH NOTHING TO PROVE

TRYING TO CONVINCE ME THAT THEY DO

SO MANY PEOPLE, SO MANY UNSURE

BOASTING, WAVING AROUND LIKE BLUNT OBJECTS

“LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS” They said

“LET ME MAKE YOU DINNER” I REPLIED

“LET ME GLIMPSE YOUR FUTURE

AND WRITE YOUR POEM”

BUT they didn’t like that

So they beat to a pulp anyway

Tomato juice