dear Halt,

look y’know maybe i look like
a real piece of shit a real
stubbed toe or toothpick
to the gums (it happens)
i happen to be a little
broken up at the moment
so i won’t make it to the
cat’s funeral but when you get back
i’ll tell ya what runs ribbon under
the 24-hour news anchor
(you know, those bottom words
that toady 2am broad
croaks over em but who’d lose
a whole moon sky in that noise)

it’s been quiet here maybe
Tatty Put will scroll by
and i won’t feel so bad.

thanks for the
new tire it’s a shame
the cat ate it
eating so many tacks.

                                                      your pal,
                                                      Screech