she said “step forward, faun”
with oats in hand, sitting on a bourbon barrel

at that point, i was just a pawn
and fuck drake and montrezl harrel

and that one northside jaun 
jonesin’ on marvin gaye and will ferrell (or is it farral? that ex-snl hack, fareal)

and all you gawddamn poets get off my lawn!
(and it’s so obvi, my penhand done gone sterile)

but it’s okay… it’s the last day of may
or june… or whatever. HAPPY PRIDE!

happy poems… and happy bday, terrell owens. (tah-dah! …or nah?)