it's almost-

by brian watko

here is my impression

of an

e. e.

cummings poem:

it’s Almost-

spring mudtime baby

cakes and the dapper

sailor goatboy

screams at the top of his lungs

oh shit here comes rizzoliandisles

some boomer-shit detective,

maybe ncis? and they’re

pissed

puddles puddles every-where

the spooky

little sailor goat screams

so fucking loud

and georgeandkramer come crying

from tom’srestaurant and festivus

it’s

spring

and

the

ram-legged

sailorGoat screams

so

fucking

loud