Always in the mood
    for Jiff Pickles

            the plumpest
pop-in-your-mouth pepper jars
    of anticarcinogenic panic.

        A knee-twirling
        pea shootin' panacea
        for gummy yearning.

A slurp of purpose
    for the yammerin' lip
        at a bar launching pina coladas

on a certain sad day in May
    as if you could tongue the Lord.