four eighteen

you sent a wish granter
and i wished a wish
but didn't send it on
so the opposite happens.
which is what i really wanted anyway.

i'm sneaky that way. irony
is the gods' favorite dish.

beginning the day in a way
familiar. ritualistic even.
day job strangulation, involuted
volunteerzation. i got your rent
but forgot to pay the high speed
internet access. forgot. but i'm
still here. i'm still talking.


that one always floored me.
as if you were the injured party.
still talking? so i went walking.

just so i don't get all fight clubby
let me say here and now
i know who blew up what, the chemicals
used, the timer's mechanism.
team efforts are not prosecutable
under the bama decrees. put away
the subpoenas, i'll make my own ruling.


trident missiles on the gummy
waterboarding got all chummy
false walls for false statements anything
to stop the hassle.

i need to write but my brain
is handcuffed to my editor.
i can't find the code
to release the lock
in the time
i have
left