the first question

if having salt headed creepers
out way past one
and giving out mean orders
makes for a fun clown-filled evening
then where on earth
are the salt headed creepers?

the next three

in a cold stoned work room
of daft television and dirty rugs
is there the hot tea feeling of pulsing purpose?
do you stack photos?
does the night refuse to sleep?

Friends

There once was a little girl
who laughed behind her hands
and sat alone
on the floor in the attic
like there was a real mystery there
like the moon actually slept there
or something
the girl went to the drug store
and bought a large amount of candy
mary janes and laffy taffy
charleston chews and milk duds
too much
for one little girl
and when she returned to her attic
and sat on the floor
she was struck by the sound the wind made
on the roof so close by
and forgot all about her bag of candy
until the wind ceased to blow
and then she ate all her milk duds
and later threw them up in the slanted corner.
There is nothing like distraction.