--I CAN’T STOP THE SUN FROM GOING DOWN

                                                       In Session

I think this is harder than I think.  I think blue is an assassin, and red a plane crash just before the explosion.  I think the way you’re looking at me says you don’t trust people with brown eyes or people whose bones are molten and indecisive.  I think, every time you yawn, that hoot owl in your throat has a message for me, and it is bad news.

I think my twin may have died before me, caught in the half-pipe with his too-big feet and too-big cranium, and he’s very happy about that.  I think I may have killed off everyone who needed it, except myself.

What else?

         I think this chair has polio, that painting skin cancer, your tablet Ebola.  I think you’re not even listening, but instead you’re having sandpaper sex inside your head but there’s too much friction and not enough lubrication.

I think the reason I turned out this way has more to do with the dinosaurs than Mom or Dad’s preferred methods of torture.

That’s okay.  I don’t need the whole hour.  Almost done.

I think the reason she got that restraining order had nothing to do with me and everything to do with (…)  I think you should ask her instead of always asking me.

I think there’s a liar in every room of every house, even if it’s a horsefly.

I think the moon is moody and pretentious as hell. 

I think this couch needs its training wheels back.  For sure that hat rack needs its training bra.

I think cops are just dying to ruin someone’s day, someone’s life, why else would that have happened? 

I think people have their reasons, but maybe I don’t know anything.