Three excerpts from Jack Collom and Larry Fagin's Lime Rickeys published by G. Legman & Sons in 1994 in an edition of 200 with cover drawing by Christy Allen:
The star on your forearm’s a gas,
As it were. So’s the hair on your ass.
By “gas” I mean “mole.”
By “hair” I mean “hole.”
By “as” I mean “while,” by “were” “was.”
Deconstruction? A harmless cliché,
Like live parking, point count, and spay.
By the beard of Lacan,
I could go on and on
The waffles were bungled. And, too,
The papaya juice tasted like glue.
The butter has turned
And the children had burned
Down the loo.