kind of perfect
the perfect poem doesn’t exist
nor does the perfect blow job
the perfect cover band
or the perfect alibi
but so what
the blow job broke a long dry spell
the cover band flailed and screamed
the alibi held up for a while
and the poem appeared in a zine
edited by insane people
all during a week when chaos
battered the rich man’s stock market
and that’s kind of perfect
in a don’t give a fuck
kind of way
Horror Sleaze Trash 