Classic Bird
cold trickles seemed to be running down his body
bold little salt flurries that felt like Icelandic magma
hissing onto arctic ice
his body was a pharmacy, fun for all the family
so why does he think about taking a brick to his dick
like an angler's priest to a fish?
it must be that old time relijun, that erectile dysfunction
in his bones but, ironically, not his bone;
it must, he thinks, be God's way of saying no.