Barbeque Pitt, a graduate of Sahara Zoo U.,
razor sharp ophthalmologist and high diver,
died peacefully in March of dehydration,
surrounded by his cousin’s stolen cholesterol medication.
He was a death spiral belly flop prodigy, changing
from swallow-tailed kite to Henrietta Hippo in mid-air.
On the local scene, he delivered cabbages to naked aliens
from Jupiter and gargled hot tub tequila in the punk-colored
living room of a borrowed house. Singing about neck-stabbed
hot dogs and marshmallow disintegration came natural to him,
having practiced on the streets of San Francisco for many years.
He is survived by his daughters, Strangelove and Fishscales;
a grandchild, and one Aye-aye gremlin.
A celebration of his life was held at the Double-Flip Grill.
Priscilla Lee