105
Never
Eat
Barbequed
Seagulls
Set
fire
to
your
nightmares,
Quick
sang,
this
one’s
called
Ode
to
Marywanna
or
Death
is
a
Fickle
Bitch
from
Tucumcari
When
in
doubt
trust
your
heart
and
don’t
pet
the
jackalope,
she’s
a
big
bad
wolf,
a
Comanche
on
the
path
of
a
moonquake
A
bullet
proof
poet
with
a
speed
of
light
mouth,
Quick
was
a
hammerhead
shark,
if
he
quit
moving
he’d
die
swiftly.
By
Catfish
McDaris