Larry Pompa

met a time traveler
who could have used some friends,
but he was wearing 400 dollar slacks
and digging up graves,
apparently for fun
so I put a cigarette out on his neck

when the flaming cherry landed on his pants
I told him
in the words of an African
"It's been old since last Sunday."

for some reason
he was blaming me for his plastic surgery
meaning I had hit him
in the face,
the fucking Jack Off.