Somebody told me
the Doritos guy
died recently.

Although I wasn’t
paralyzed
at hearing this news,
a sadness overcame me,
one that leaves
a crumbling, artificial
powdered-cheese sensation
in my throat,
with bags of guilt to follow.

Ever stick a vibrator
in your mouth, bite
down, and pull
the trigger?

maudlin strains sift
Into my thin-walled room
God of Nepal nights

There’s a colon between our two
separate parts. Let’s add a semi in there
to make us depend upon each other.
I want to verb you, so we should really
dash out of here, punctually,
once they give us our sentence.

If I hear any more poems of naturestruck wonder…