thanks to amanda rogers, whose AIM profile inspired this

[flippantpoet]

ars poetica

i’ve written little bits before
about the apostles and their flippant new york God
posited ideas dead and dying
just to see the last sprawl they’ve had in them
posed and prodded and genuflected
before the frank, the genuine,
the feast of fleshly lusts and wine
my tongue has touched on tastelessness
played the host to guests of succor and little else
whose wakes smell of too much cologne
and the telltale hidings of endeavoring alone
i’ve made this coffee saccharined and
it feels like those gorgeous satin-hemmed
pajamas that i’ve seen hanging hefneresque
in the shopping books
(she only likes me for my looks)
-mbc