By: James Parker

“Behind me, the busy flames,/
the fun and games, the toppling frames.”

By: James Parker

“Until I can get up into this trance,/all is randomness, all mischance.”

By: James Parker

“Should I lay down my war axe / and sit in the shit / and rotate beautiful colors in my bluebottle thorax?”

By: James Parker

“Out to sea, out to sea,/where the albatross ungainly dives/and the cunning anchovy thrives!”

By: James Parker

Lemminkainen, ice-locked,/hearing the groan of his trapped ship,/works up a counter-charm.

By: James Parker

“The churned sheets were a vortex/and there could be no more sex/because of the pain in my cortex.”

By: James Parker

“These spatterings, these gory scatterings,/are the remains of my Mrs.”

By: James Parker

“Her head fills with words/which curdle into curds/which turdle into turds.”

By: James Parker

“Who’s onscreen? Pull him up. It’s Jason Bourne.”

By: James Parker

“I see you with your crossbow cocked,/and your intellect murderously locked.”

By: James Parker

“You said the wrong/right thing and his face went stony”

By: James Parker

“Damn these clanging udders!/Damn these muscular shudders!”

By: James Parker

“Economical huffings,/elbow-strikes and de-handcuffings.”

By: James Parker

“A neck-nape to send you on a week-long bender.”

By: James Parker

“It bloats the franchise./It increases its pantsize.”