When the phone rings I become

When the phone rings I become
insolvent and liquid is not such
the evil enemy as some fabric of
conspirators would lead you to
belief.

Once the lifeboat sinks we can
begat anew against our roman
candles and string cheese and
barking dogs give me the runs
amok.

As I pondered week and worry
over many a curio cabinet lost
in the ozone of my volley ball
team composed of naked ladies
rescued.

If only love breaks your heart
why do they prescribe Time to
heal it rather than opiates given
twice daily or weeks in the knee
joint.

Such is appetite of erect monsters
in vacation on my often plagued
figurines own display with license
to incense and peppermint will kill
us.