Monday, December 12, 2005

c

it’s a beautiful spring day
of the “L” word

I’m barefoot and fresh from
a longtime cafe with
a broken lamp

after a couple of dates
one of the dryers
downstairs is
messed up again

it’s screwed
and this morning
I laughed at

it’s a boombox bag
on your back
at Border’s

it’s obvious
so much for a
decade of difference

anyway
nothing compares
or has changed
or is seemingly regretted

the “L” word
keeps calling
a few times

he’s buttered
the flies in his
Warner Bros. mug

a Hawaiian shirt
an ode to a
heart racing with vodka
and a cool breeze
coming in from the north