saturday jenny's parents arrive. will i be sleeping on the futon? do we owe it to them to let them sleep in our bed. i don't even know, howard phillip. lets talk demiurge & dramatist. misanthrope & malaprop. did i get the job at the bookstore? hallelujah. shoots his pistol across the ocean. draws down stars with halos. ask me about tophet, about hyenas. thats my carrion laughter. i swap constellations for families. i mobilize legions in meggedo. i post the family harlequin in new orleans, masks bolted on. i swat seven. elixer pure mornings & pristine jfk bullets.