I’m hungry like a wolf
that just ate a whole
big-ass bag of Purina
but then he saw something
really funny and was
laughing so hard
he barfed it all up.

Dark in the city, night is a wire,
steam in the subway, earth is a fire.
Holy shit, how can I think about eating at a time like this?
But it doesn’t matter, you can’t
teach a wolf not to be so goddamned selfish.

A wolf is like a box of chocolates
all full of cherries and nougat
and crazy shit you don’t know how it got in there.
A wolf can eat anything,
like a tin can or a soccer ball.
They’re like goats except
they can eat goats too.
Goats can’t eat other goats
because they’re the same size
so they’d explode.
But a wolf will eat your whole box of ding dongs
and look at you like “What?”
right before he pisses all over your stereo.

In touch with the ground,
I’m on the hunt I’m after you.
If you’re a tuna sandwich
or something I like, that is.
It’s not like I’m gonna eat a
big greasy brick of braunschweiger
or something gross just because I’m hungry.
So I guess in that way I’m not quite
“Hungry like a wolf”
but I’d argue that I’m pretty close.
Maybe like a wolf that’s pretty picky,
but that doesn’t roll off the tongue
quite so smooth.


Constantinople (A Spent Tin Colon)
Connie bought an opal (“Abalone coupon night!”) from Constan- tinople. (Flint postmen croon. A) Dennis killed a dentist (dissident knelt Daniel) at noon on a weekend.

Your Sister?
Your sister? I kissed her, because I thought she was you! …and you had the flu that made you gain a pound or two. Or twenty.

Vaginal Scrape!
Me! Today! Hot damn hot damn, get out of my way! I’ve got a date with Mr. Goodtimes, and the raindrops can’t hit my ass because I’m moving too fast!

Fuckin’ Cold
It’s cold outside. Fuckin’ cold, like a snowman’s icy balls. Like a dead Eskimo stuck to a flag pole up in Ugunumtwat, Alaska. That cold.