INVOCATION

Read my horoscope The newspaper How many druids How many lightbulbs Be precise Stop this intoxication At least until the next one Lift me Jesus The particulars An angry shout spraying vinegar A day at the Museum of Modern Art Invitations and promises None of these phones work I’m slipping snippets I can’t guess Give me the rule book Transylvania instruction manual Dirty fingers on a callous farm I’m productive but dizzy In the gun room A bullet proof window These shadows full of holes Regis, Mary, and Joseph Did you hear the one about the fat comedian? I’d tell it, but it makes me burp