I made a Mt. out of milkweed.
I drink virgin Cranberry Redbull
on the rocks.
It’s a gentlemen’s drink.
I’ve shaved my head, tattooed
a spider web on my dome,
black widow on a thread
down my neck.
When I go out,
I dress in wife-beaters & silver Keds,
an ice-white Juicy suit with
BRIDE
in a rhinestoned arc across my ass.
Had my tailor pull the briding
in the in-seam out,
replaced them with snaps.
Now I rock my velour
like tear-away Starter pants.
My best friend’s name is Penny Slotz.
She sports a Lincoln face
between her eye-teeth in a copper grill.
We made our fortune selling knock-off
blacklight Flavin sculptures
to Ryan McGinness collectors
& other stoners.
I powder my beard with powdered drugs
& close hugs mean K-
holes for all my friends.
Thus,
I call myself THE MOTH.
