August 14, 2005
Barboque
shred the lemonade fingers
till they concentrate the rum
Ill follow you on over
with chicken breasts and honey
and a conversation mint
in my pocket
three jokers standing in a row
with the vulture overview
sharing the x-ray machine dreams
of failed adulterers
that girl has a hole
in her vertical alteration
and I can see the fold
of her doves
under the hyacinth
beneath the umbrella
the turntable is blowing smoke
and we need a little more beer
but her head is involved
with the lettuce and chives
with the proprieties of playing hostess
and her skirt has risen
higher than the overflow
inside the kitchen sink
everyone pets the pet
they crush their cans
into flying disks
for the recycled thoughts
flowing through the dialog
even the third wheel
manages to hold the floor
down
for a moment
I wipe sauce from my face
and pinch the hindquarters
of the one who I bed down with
and she knows that I
am the lesser
of two evils
that
is modern living
Posted by Drexler at August 14, 2005 08:32 PM