Monday, November 21, 2011


Relearn More Appropriately Sonnet

Agenda rhyming with addenda, and so on.
“A little Malaysia goes a long way,” he
says all slash-and-burn.   I turned it in
with a list of all the jobs I’ve ever had.

This all seems a bit L.A., don’t you think?
I look out at Treasure Island while he talks
to his grandmother then his dad then his
mother—who tells him he sounds so

happy.  In recollection of my inner thigh
(left side) and the guy who stomped my
back flat after a mani-pedi on Tuesday
afternoon.  “The stars are not chimps,”

I lose him saying.  Scratch another item
off the list while walking Grant to Broadway.