Rod Mckuen

Vile and unsanitary vodka nonagenarian crusted, floating balls of animal sticky hair. Heat rash, beans for lunch like a mouse squeaking in a trap, insufficient support for whenever scaly psoriasis because gravity, called moobs, deflated patchy red rash all over the unsightly lumpiness of the ew ew ew hanging out. Traffic accidents when a dog that's too licky because with identical roll-on deodorant used by teenage girls. Really icky linty too lazy in a pop bottle next to the victrola, wintergreen liniment strong enough to fricken taste (call me.)"
'tribute to knudson', rod mckuen (deceased)


And From First Nations herself.

foul, dire, Elvis-impersonating with a tiny dog on a string by the courthouse one spring day, hetook up the harpsichordplaying upon his own large instrumentthere upon the broad way.
the tiny dog lamented low'foul, base, vile man', quoth he(it was a boy dog)'thinkest not that thy own fair foullness defines the very soul of knudsonness?'and fell silent.
redux flenses the night of all right, when reason failsand knudson, playing his instrument
sinks into the wine-dark seapassing wind, softly softly .