Donkey Gospel Book

There's a dreadful humor to these poems. I've read "Self-Improvement" at least a hundred times now:

Just before she flew off like a swan
to her wealthy parents' summer home,
Bruce's college girlfriend asked him
to improve his expertise at oral sex,
and offered him some technical advice:

Use nothing but his tonguetip
to flick the light switch in his room
on and off a hundred times a day
until he grew fluent at the nuances
of force and latitude.

Imagine him at practice every evening,
more inspired than he ever was at algebra,
beads of sweat sprouting on his brow,
thinking, thirty-seven, thirty-eight,
seeing, in the tunnel vision of his mind's eye,
the quadratic equation of her climax
yield to the logic
of his simple math…

You really need to read the rest of the poem because it becomes just heartbreaking. "Medicine", "Lawrence", "Here in Berkeley", "Mission", "The Confessional Mode", and "Adam and Eve" are also memorable, often leaving you laughing with a sunken feeling in your chest.