K. Silem Mohammad

I have written a couple of poems about trees poems about trees and snakes and lakes and birds poems about nature and life in New England I write crappy poems and eat babies if you like poems about trees you’re in for a treat when I get nervous I get hyper and bump into people I read to them what MapQuest gave me round during then in the mom seeker panties to help me narrow down the slut thing word jobs

on thoth’s tits From Sonnet 75 (“So are you to my thoughts as food to life”) A groovy day, a fish fillet, an elf hair, A cosmonaut, a microdot, a hoedown, A trusty door, the finest whore on welfare, A neocon who’s keeping on the lowdown, A purple fist, a Federalist, a sunspot, A bird that’s got a big big butt to study, A guy named Toots, ten dumb galoots, a gunshot, Die Fledermaus by good ol’ Strauss (my buddy), A grinning troll, a real a-hole, a smiler, A dude who knows a gushing hose is funny, An underdressed (no tie, no vest) John Tyler, A sexy flirt, a cowboy shirt — oh honey! I’ll flip you for a dinosaur, my sweeties, When Uncle Pete lets Usher eat our Wheaties. uh huh: hi, hula tooth From Sonnet 135 (“Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will”) Will refried catnip addicts find a cure? Will daytime televangelists go broke? Will Algorithmic Horses go on tour? Will nineteen shekels buy one thin, thin Coke? Will innovative inverts be reported? Will weasel-human hybrids rent a maid? Will hesitating oxen get aborted? Will analysts of real estate get laid? Will hoochie-coochie nuns remove their mink? Will enemies of hotness shut it down? Will tame aphasic mynahs learn to think? Will Hi-Ho hunt the hound in Ho-Ho town? Will Willy Loman eat a thousand ants? Will Willa Cather do that nasty dance?