try getting by w/o any numbers --
soon, you'll be counting the days
& there you go again.

     my number is very high,
     like my eyes,
     all 3 right in a row.

my numbers are all over everything
like some kind of sexy virus.

a silver shiver
ripples
thru my little experience.

     I'm a big fish w/ land lungs.
     I've come from under
     3 miles of granite.

no more numbers
except: the 1 on my uniform.

 

Shannon grabbed "Who's Dave?"
by his gordos & demanded an answer.

She repeated her question:
"Where is the god damn bird, David?"
She tightened her grip.

"My name is 'Who's Dave?',"
he replied in a voice weakened
by a recent injury to his testicles.

So much for the family jewels.
He never was a big royalty-buff.

Just as Shannon tightened her grip,
"Who's Dave?" started shimmering
& soon a liquid oozed out of the space
once occupied by his physical body.

Shannon was disgusted & hungry.

It was time to stop for a big bag
of salty French Freeze.
That was her term, OK?