INCONSEQUENTIALITIES

by Larry Ziman

The chocolate cookie fiend
rushed into the chocolate cookery
as fast as a parking meter
swallowing a quarter as if
the intersection really cared
whether the lowrider raced
thru the light like an asteroid
crashing thru the atmosphere
of a gas-chamber bar teeming
with kooks of a stranger breed of
outlawed civilization domesticating
aliens from the inner space
of a psychopath’s neuron gap
hiding in the cleavage
of a Hollywood starlet
served with 20 chocolate cookies
and a pink paper napkin.

BLIND DATE

by Larry Ziman

I got a beautiful
lady just for you.

She just got into town
from Jupiter.

She’s got a great pair
of antennae

and a nice
green complexion.

You can have
fabulous conversations

about wonderful
life forms

in neighboring
galaxies.

She’s truly
interstellar.

THOSE

by Larry Ziman

Those men who question one-party rule
don’t like the booze that’s been served.
They’d rather the punch in the one-party bowl
wasn’t served with the one-party hearse.

ON THE SLIPPERY ROCKS OF LUST (a cocktail served only at 12:00 a.m.)

by Larry Ziman

sex on the beach at midnight
under a full moon while the waves crash
over your head drowning out the roar
of her orgasm ringing loudly in your mind

IF

by Larry Ziman

If the beautiful lady’s no more an enchantress
and love’s withered into a weathered toad
and the ex-enchantress hops and ignores you,
demand a divorce. It’s time to unload.