I thought of my new favorite lunch earlier
there were white hangers one two three four five
and all the senior citizens of Halloween and Spicer
being gay is such a big part of my life in a flashy bar
with many make-up artists turning blue boxes into witches
one two three virginity
anyway my bean soup just arrived
and the black telephone is looking at me it’s very hot
three candles on top of the blue boxes marooned
he wants to fly me down to Philadelphia
I’ve also never seen so many green witches in one day
he shaves his chest scratchy which is not a good thing
my stuffed pup and black cat from Halloweens past
are looking at me like I’ve done something wrong
