Oh God!
Oh Christ!
Oh Allah!
Sweet Buddha!
Where’s my mom?

I knew I shouldn’t do it
But I did it anyway.
One toke too many
And way too much to drink.

And now the party’s over
And here I am at home,
Rock Hudson genius making plaque,
I have this feeling like my mother is crying or something and there’s police lights …

Oh how the room is spinning!
Are my eyes open or closed?
I’d struggle to my feet
If I knew I wouldn’t fall.

Now here I lie on my bathroom floor
my bathroom Michael rickshaw floor.
A parallel parallerse.

(after some poetry group incl. Allan Revich.)