I wonder:

interview tomorrow.
older country star
now retired. the
name is a riddle.
the question is
an answer. the
day is tomorrow.
the night is then
too, as in also.

“hahahahahahaah.
asshole,”

the parrot said,
surprising me
for a moment,
forcing me
to remember
the moment
to moment
transference
of thoughts
to paper or
screen or
whichever
means you
choose to
read or not
read this with
or without all
your comprehension.

will i be printed out and
hung on your fridge, like
a trophy or medal in some
sick carnie game after 2 am
in southern illinois or kentucky?