Party Beast Will Treat

As usual, I show up

diamond eyed with hunger

for chili cheese fries

better if they fit in a magician’s hat,

even if that leads me to go

rubber-sawing my male friends

dainty as they are

for the presiding president of

something that seems to matter

wearing the same dumb hat

and a hole in the head

for Biggie Small’s

leak of technique

for door charge of five dollars

just to say, Stroh’s please?

and ponder the fuck of wonder

who today might be shot stratospheric

from a miracle cannon

named after an angel’s ass

a one time glory-shot

to blaze like a sloppy sided satellite

buttered with a frosting knife

on this happy day of heavy consumption

in secret disguise of alcoholic delight

each step a wild eyed springboard

gets you into the upper echelons,

between navel and nuts, well

tell your snake friends

I’m OK once they get to know me

I’m just selling good feelings

a penny a pop

and match lit for God and his heavenly rocket

to be lodged long in some heavenly pocket

But, that has nothing on this day

or the dimmest dark star

of the immaculate, the beautiful,

turning hungry stares

into cheeseburgers

as a one time party favor

because, Damn!

Those were the days