three jars of chocolate sauce

george clooney is not coming to visit me tonite

but i recreate my arrival using a broom, two shopping bags,
a dildo and a large akubra hat.

george clooney is not coming to visit me tonite

so i take down the tinsel and the streamers and

put my nakedness back in the bottom of the wardrobe and

i slip into a kind of nothingness that long ago forgot its name.

george clooney is not coming to visit me tonite

so i argue with myself over the pills or the blade

knowing that i'll wake up in the morning and i go to the kitchen

for a spoon to eat the three jars of chocolate sauce that

i was saving for his penis.

george clooney is not coming to visit me tonite

so i go outside and howl at the moon who is not listening,
and my mind boils like a kettle, and my belly aches with the
longing of the unconceived (the unasked) and i undo the hope
that this could ever end.

george clooney is not coming to visit me tonite.