Thirteen Ways Of Checking Out Neal Pollack's Ass
by Anon ()
I Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the ass on Neal Pollack.
II I was of three minds, Like a hotel room In which there are three keys.
III The ass whirled in the autumn winds. It was a small part of the pantomime.
IV A man and three woman Are one. A man and an ass and three women and a blackbird Are one better.
V I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just ass.
VI Neal Pollack filled the long window With his barbaric ass. The shadow of the blackbird Crossed it, to and fro. ... ... Damn lucky bird.
VII O thin women of Brazil and Cleveland Why do you imagine golden birds? Do you not see how the ass of Neal Pollack Triumphs over the collective asses of The Borg, a Kibbutz, and Elephant 6?
VIII I know noble accents And looser, inescapable, lesser-known satirists; But I know, too, That the ass is involved In what I know.
IX When the blackbird flew out of sight, It marked Neal Pollack Pecking the words "UR2SEXXXY" in hindquartered inverse braille.
X At the sight of Neal Pollack Flying in tight leather pants, or really good jeans, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.
XI He rode over Connecticut In a taxi. Once, a fear pierced him, In that he mistook The shadow of his equipage For his own ass.
XII The ass is moving. The blackbird must be flying.
XIII It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The ass of Neal Pollack sat In the honey-dewed limbs of the willing.
