"Flat 2B"
Journal Entry, Friday, 9p.m.
They are at it again. I pray
for their souls, listen to Handel
full blast, and clean myself
each hour. Tittering, guffaws,
crowing and cackles settle
on my immaculate hair.
Shut up, god damn it!
Mea Culpa, I have sinned;
Mea Culpa, I am scum;
Mea Maxima Culpa.
Holy Mother, grant me strength
to confront them, to salvage
a perfect, heavenly rose
from the junkyard of 2B.
I'm off to save them.
Journal Entry, Sunday, 9p.m.
Sex with two midgets was interesting.
The ostrich pecked my ass. I found
"hashish" to be heavenly: incense
to absterge the mental rot.
Sparklers and whores are lovely; butt-plugs
and guzzling Bacardi 151, less so. Invited everyone
here next weekend. Things to do: saran wrap,
nipples pierced, Whoopee
cushions, ash trays, Cuban cigars,
a Rottweiler, ducks, coasters.
© 2007 Charles Musser
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