MONICKA! MONICKA!

Monicka! Monicka!
You walked into me mid-sentence
you pissed in my ear and ate my fan

Monicka
plop light
the fans have it
some have to be and
others skip it and steal
some do Skald
some do onto reindeer

Monicka! Monicka!
her dentures, fort-juice and
Radio Flyer bit my ankle
it hurt despite the segue
slagging Tina Turner in drag

You are the snake
and I am the fin
you are the skin
hold the k-ring over my dinosaur
in the vet's palace
under Orion's light
kring! it's for you

My beret
is as good as yours
Monicka!
In Amsterdam I score the skag
and then I'm adrift in the vagaries
of your sand castle.

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