other animals

and then there’s my way 1000 little 
bottles about a shot and a half each 
—an attempt to inflict my demon with 
a mild case of haemolacria (dear 
reader forgive me, it means crying 

blood) and what was it about knowledge not 
being the same as intelligence was 
that Wally Stevens or Harry Clitus? 
But nothing brings them together like 

the wrong guy getting punched but come over 
we’ll have a drink then on to the next 
inventive absurdity often 

through a screen past a perfect mess with dogs 
rummaging wait was that Jerry Lewis