Lorne Michaels was there
when the lights came back on.

The cleaning staff at the hospital
stays busy, keeping infection at bay.

in their stuck-together bones
and their loose fur sack,
and the dog said- “The internet
has ruined your manners.”

and the casket. “You know,” he said to his assistant,

“I always thought he’d be taller.”

Hateful to uncareful reader, please to accept that your author has received an Individual artist grant from the Houston Art’s Alliance and will be pleased to be reading a selection from Tidal Economics aloud in the incoming future.

Don’t worry, I still hate art, among so many other things, but the money is too good to refuse.

Pass the heat, pass the photoshop.