Friday, November 14, 2008

dcccxxi

I Can’t Taste the Sandwich

The Black-eyed Susans
are everywhere.   It
came to us via
“pegging porn” –

Hold out,
you have no yoga!

Yeah, I’m the dead man you can see right through me
on this park bench on Commercial Street.   Very amazing
sushi.   Trying to sell a car.   Date last night
(presumably the last one).

Timing.   So one full week now.
You lost your sense of humor.
No mail yet.   A makeshift bed
with Madame Bovary
and green tea
(reciprocity).

She’s rubbing his head, smoking a cigar.   It’s peace.

Trying again to sell the car.   First response:
“You son of a bitch your mother birth dog jerks”
or somesuch.

“Wouldn’t that be funny we hook up?”

Oh, also I saw Orion for the first time.   Good omen.