"...his younger brother who was missing that part of the brain that allows you to make out with your pillow."

Take 2

From "Governors of Sominex"

The man used his one phone to call

the governor and tell him, fuck you.

He had just been arrested for breaking

into Ikea’s and rearranging furniture.

In the cell, he argued with the others about

why a sweater should be really called a sweatshirt

and a sweatshirt should really be called a sweater.

One of the men had been arrested for stealing

batting helmets from the local batting cages

and he was picked up in an alley 5 blocks away,

wearing several of them on his head, stacked on top

of each other, chanting, the pigeons, the pigeons.

Another man was picked up for licking maples trees.

So they sat on the benches, daydreaming

about Raquel Welch and rock hammers.