JET BITES

We sigh, we spy: mountain fortress,

Feature-full wall holding back gangs of shooters.

In this book, they’ll shoot for me.

Whose heart was killed dick-less

By sexy selectrixes? Every Pole in Holywood’s

Idly radioing the whole gang back at Nestlé Tower

          in Tarzana

Completely in ignorance of my agreed-upon

Daytime work-hours research theme: the nemesister.

Bent-phone burrito eatery? No, those chicks only dig nerve.

My looks deserve I eat heart.

Workouts and lipitor dances are my new online high points.

Now it’s off to the climber taco place.