by Michael Lutzker

Alan’s face

outer space

makes me go to my

happy place

Alan’s face

watch it flutter with such grace

to call it ugly is a disgrace

perfection of the human race

i want to see it draped in lace

grind it up and make a paste

brush my teeth with it in haste

lean in and give it a quick taste

only after i spray it with mace

Alan’s face