Sheets 1-4

three days out, three back... (poly-cotton blend)

bored with watching Danny Devito and Richard Dreyfuss
fuck with each others’ heads
another salesman eyes an empty bottle of whiskey
one hand under motel sheets measuring his life
convinced that his boss plans the schedule
to keep him out of town Friday night



oh no karma no!

not all sheets revel in glorious caress.
today, draped wantonly over the arm
of a chair, i found one that had dream fallen,
not awakened in time;
and was now lying in the last stages of a blue mis-tint.




unfortunately, terry southern was mistaken

unfortunate, because he went on to write outrageously
misleading stories which tainted a generation
without realizing that those animal sounds
were made by his sheets.




damn poets

I’m still trying to get over a stigma I feel
about "the rough male kiss of blankets."