Alexamenos.

***

Alexamenos claps

between movements.

***

Alexamenos thanks

people who didn’t

help him.

***

Alexamenos tries to

whistle but fails.

***

Alexamenos holds

the door for

someone still in

the parking lot.

***

Alexamenos asks the

time when standing

near a sundial.

***

Alexamenos lives a

hop, skip, and a jump from a

puddle, ditch, and a cliff.

***

Alexamenos rides a

bicycle built for Lou.

***

Alexamenos requests

Dvorak on the

classical station and

then falls asleep

before it plays.

***

Alexamenos believes the

automatic bowling pin

resetter mocks him.

***

Alexamenos stays till the

very end.

***

Alexamenos.

I always print my

résumé on tortillas.

Then, depending on

how I believe the

interview is going,

I either hand it to them,

or start eating it.

 

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I don’t know why

I’m always

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that time forgot.

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It seems like

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be interested in.

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But — I forget. And

then a friend will

remind me that it’s

only about a mile from

my apartment building.

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“Oh yeh,” I’ll say, as

we drive past the exit,

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My dad says his dad

took him to Disneyland

in the 1950s. But

when they got there,

they discovered that

Disneyland was still

just orange groves.

So they had to turn back.

***

Then, twenty years on,

my dad took me to

Disneyland. And again—

just orange groves.

So we turned back.

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Now, though,

all these years later,

I’m beginning to think

my family may not

have the correct address

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They say,

cough —

and the

world coughs

with you

***

And to-day that cough

has ferried us to

this gentle turn.

***

Eight hundred posts.

I never would have

believed it.

Yet here we are. And

here we go again.

***

Onward—to the 900th!

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Why did I answer when

you called my name?

Thought I was tired

of playing this game

***

Opened my heart

and in you came, and

here we go again.

***

What is the meaning

to this ride I’m on?

I just go up and down

and round and round

***

To-day it’s you and

me and all i know

is here we go again

***

You pick me up with just your smile

(Oh yeh, you do)

You make wonder if you’re real

Are you? Are you?

***

So to-day I guess

it’s me and you,

standing side by side

and wondering who

loves the other one more

than the other one knew

***

Here we go

Here we go

Here we go again

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And From All of Me,

to Some of You,

I Wish a Merry Christmas,

a Cheerful Holiday,

and a Happy New Y’ar!

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Sincerely,

The Undersigned

When I die, please

remember to place

a gold coin in my

mouth so that I may

pay the Ferryman.

***

And while you’re there.

***

Place another coin

in my ear— so I

can do a magic trick

for the Ferryman.

***

Next, please fill an

envelope with bread

crumbs, then tuck it

in my inside jacket

pocket.

On the envelope write:

“For ducks”

***

And lastly, place

a small toy globe

in my lower jacket

pocket, so when I

reach the land of the

dead

I can show everybody

where I used to live.

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X marks the spot

where I buried

my xylophone

***

Y marks the spot

where I questioned

my reason for being

***

Z marks the spot

where I took a nap.

***

And XYZ marks the spot

where my friend told me

my zipper was down.

My shadow self

loves mushrooms.

I can’t stand them.

So anytime I see

it eating some,

I just slide on over

into the shade—

***

“Now how are they?” I say to it.

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My favorite site

for ghosts of

ink and paper.

***

To read click here

It takes a

village to

kill a

Frankenstein

monster.

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3.

When I was a kid,

the goat deity Baphomet

used to appear at our

home every year at

Thanksgiving for dinner.

***

I remember my

grandmother would always

get his name wrong—

calling him, “Bath-mat”.

***

And everyone would laugh.

***

Everyone but Baphomet.

***

He would just pretend

not to notice, or else

try to change the subject.

***

One Thanksgiving,

my mom had an actual

bath-mat made with

Baphomet’s image.

***

But he ended up

cancelling at

the last minute.

Why be a

double spy

when you can be a

triple spy?

Which— if I know

my fromology,

is a creamier spy.

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