so what may i read against the radio stations
reactionary manager
may i read breasts and nipples since i know boys all
over the world enjoy them
even though i prefer chests and nipples
perhaps the boy walks to the store for his mother who
may feel as if she’s overworked and thus dying
walking the dog who rests outside the large
mechanical doors licking between its legs
which we call cleaning itself as in look our
dog is cleaning itself
would we be better off if having the talent of a dog
certainly save money on soap
may i write about my lover whose face and body resplendent
with piercings and a few tribal tattoos who remains
anonymous to himself as well
or must i take out any lyric that thrives for breath outside
the prejudice of those whose thoughts surround
perhaps in a moment of lyric forgetfulness i might mention
my neighbor whose retired belly larger than an
exercise ball which may be used in other ways
who would yell while on his tractor to my roommate
you ready to dump the boy and come over here
and drive my mower
maybe i may say with calm certainty all my bills are paid on time
which may be true but has nothing to do with
being on time on time being as impossible as knowing
you know nothing
i know at least one thing
there are more than seven words forbidden
around here the number may range in the hundreds
–Gary Lundy