“I will drink your cocktail?”
                     for Sara McCurry

The tail of a cock is like a drink of alcohol.
The careless cock should not be mixed with booze.

I write the cursed document,
uncomfortable & fresh.
I write the pussycat, I write the neck.

Your long ‘O’ and your neckerchief,
Your fancy things, your sad Ortiz,
Your tummyfat like bacon, your quick flute.

I come with itching eyes & buzzing flies
& burnt Baalzebub. I come alone.

Pan-Asian is like Pandemonium.
I sing the crooked cock, I sing the tail.

I saint the tale of vaunted cock,
The punch-drunk Chaunticleer,
The red red comb.

I will drink your every little thing.