according to his need
xeniot 2000-10-27

according to his need
in the seventy-seventh universe
perishing from lollipop poisoning
they tickled his feet 'til he talked
because i dream of turnips they will shoot me
in the morning i will be dust
or something much much better
an eternal captain picard
i love your brain fever
your incessant plague

caudal rostral
paris maine berlin
under the last of the universal background radiation
i am naked naked pigeon-man
does this make sense when you sneeze?
you tame me with your bread crumbs
now i am yours and cumbersome to carry in a wallet
or in the yellow folds of a banana

here is the secret:
life is better when you wear a hat.