funny bone knock me until i billow or bust. a brick is a portal if hurled at the right mouth. the gargoyles tell me a joke about a boy who thought he could ride the stray horse. the horse was a graveyard. construction trucks dig up the street looking for an entrance to hell. i say, "i have found it." laying on my back & letting the grass grow wild & full of spearmint bushes. i wear my skin like a shaw. crave something shiny & beautiufl. shop online until the moon is static & fading. gods, asleep in their arm chairs. i try to laugh it off.