SATURDAY

Listening to children chew on my applause
Craving enchiladas
One regal glass of Riesling
Driving in dead traffic
Getting a bit better
Craving enchiladas
Rolling over lines in my head
Making a mediocre pun
Thinking of you
Considering an avalanche of screaming
Craving enchiladas
Quietly fidgeting nervously doubting everything
Craving
Really really craving cheese enchiladas

BE WARY

Sometimes
my happiness
is an inky chuckling puck
tugging my face apart
drilling straight in through bone
slipping tiny needle toed feet
where my brains once hummed

setting me running

a mouse to cheese

Be wary of joy like recoiled steel

YELLING SONGS

I think you
are going to

YELLLLLLLLLLLLL

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Let them hear you
at the top
of your lungs

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Yell your head off
Let your yelled off head
Roll right into the middle of the room

They will listen then

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Maybe you will yell something angry
Well
Let the bastards have it good

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Maybe your yell will be a happy one
Maybe it will thrill everyone
Maybe you will make them happy
Maybe your yell will be like a happy flu
Everybody will get infected by it

Just imagine the whole city yelling

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If your yell is a warning you will scare the hell out of someone

I hope
you don’t
give them
a heart attack

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

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The best yell is the one
That is just a feel good
Yell
A bottom of your toes yell
An orgasmic bellow
One you have been holding in for weeks

One you will be hungry afterward

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Yes yell that yell!

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Yell