Psalmud

Here is a larger illustration:

being published electronically as satisfying
as having one's name on a telephone conversation.

Jabbed hard and square in the chest,
buddy.

O sucks to be you/me.

Stephen Vizinczey is in praise of older women.
(what Magyari ain't?)

Go in for biopathy, come out with emo-plague.
Attack of the Wal-Martians, 'til you cry Oriaunt.
Diagnosis? Agnosis; you go lonely and untroubled
without a god perched on yer shoulder.

Perhaps you&me
in the same platoon
in Wheilo.
(Can you speak Turenchi?)
How are your people now? The Tiv are always parading;
maybe at the Warri refinery.
Are you in touch with Achan? Isaiah?
-misfired alumni missives from Delta State.

Peculators, simony-artists, cryptologists alike.
Rather to be like Lazaro, live a good life,
learn nothing.