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January 07, 2006
bedstead
some people break bread
but I
have broken a bed
again
not in the act of galloping
atop some trollop
but simply with my bedside manner
in the early hours of a fog
reciting a phrase of genuis
to my timber eyed beauty
from one of our great latin american novelists
when the sudden cry of the ply
against the protest from the tiles beneath
droopped my ass a few inches closer
to the earth
shocked into action
we rise
assess the fallen parts
the assortment of dust and sand
and place blame
with the carpenter
for yet another episode
of embarrassment
it is not the first time for everything
but the third or fourth on this journey
frame giving way to floor
once or twice
the tweaking of joints
from the action of the old ceremony
was the cause
but my innocence
in another case or so
is known only to myself
and the female party present
the proprietors of the affected establishments
never again greet you
with the same kindness of eyes
and it is usually best
to move your belonging
down and out
whatever way leads elsewhere
on to stronger frames
and softer minded sheets
or impotent nights of rum
and the sunset siesta
I leave a different type of notch
than others
when it comes to my proficiency
in the sack
D.
Posted by Drexler at January 7, 2006 12:47 PM