hearing the phone @
three o' clock (tock)
is buzz buzz
not—never—good

do not get out of
bed, it's in your head
(tick). better to sw(e)at
furyiously in warm

blankets: legs
crisscross and apple
sauce and shhh,
im the jellyman!

than to skate on hot ice
(the winter olympics
were interrupt'd 1936)
unless! u r holden caulfield

(by ww2, mind you)
then we can be S A D & sk8
in a red hunting hat! (tick?)
i begged solomon shamelessly.

jellyious? why do they
give candy to monsters
only once a year? brrr,
brrr, buzz buzz: october

shivers, because it is really
freak-o c[O]ld. so my mother will
want me to wear your
hound-tooth jacket. et tu.

tock ya lovely
jabberwock, for
we are all hunters
here, no secret

and, in particular,
i am, if you would like to know,
hunting, yes: for my phone!
rawr, im a jelly dinosaur

it whimp(ers)
& trembles like an
earthquake, like october,
in fear of me (entropy

is the nature of
the universe) and
but or chaos scares me.
sift and search

through the quicksand
of 'mor(t)ality,' what a good
mother. cradles, so
i kind of go back to

bed, screw off my moon
lights, and emergency dial 
my mommy under
warm apple blankets.