poem

I once flew upon the wings of an eagle

and thought to myself: this would be much faster and certainly more comfortable in a first class cabin.

But alas it was too late, 

I was stuck upon that godforsaken eagle, and I couldn't tell that dumb fucking animal how to get a motherfucker to Milwaukee so I can pick up a warm Journal Sentinel and figure out what the fuck is going on in this goddamn world.

(ctk, A.D.)